Enlarging Your Inner Self

The ecstasy of unison

There on a moony night, the two trekked up hillside. They kept walking till they reached that strange cottage. Neon shaded , full of people with strange attires. She knew she had to act brave. Upon him she had this strange faith. They were there for a purpose. To have that unique experience of union with nature. there the man gave them a drop each. Shiva’s trance suddenly was out of reach. That place had strange hallucinatory power. Was it the music or was it flower power. They felt it unsafe to stay there any longer. Off they began their journey to somewhere. Beyond that hill right in the middle of a narrow bridge – they sat down together to see that river below at rage. The river was stangely gothic that night. It wanted to engulf them with the bridge somehow.

They sat upon that moving bridge right in the middle. Facing it all like a nature’s riddle. It was one moment of awe – when that river they saw. Each holding hands the helplessness they draw. They rose up to further enter inside a forest, He with a tiny light – so florescent. Again and again he switched it on and off. There in the forest was a civilization at shroff. Amidst flowers and trees she saw humans and figures. There in those curves – she created her picture. The place was full of images so true. The world which seemed real few hours before – seemed like a futile crew.

There was the essential world – yes  , that forest world so true. There amidst those mountains she saw the image of Buddha – isolated from the crew. And yes, there was a star show too. The entire universe was suddenly so beautiful and a spectacular view.

He hallucinated upon her strangely. To him she became a snake so widely. Her every curve became the tangle of a snake. There she glided with his every vision’s take. Her moments became a snake dance to which he did prance. Her clothes became that scaly skin, to challenge his heart at stake. He ran suddenly behind a vixen – which he had encountered in his mind’s game. Horror was the feeling she suddenly entered – alone in a forest – was its name.

There with the light gone, forest turned strangely murderous. Everything was piney , even those sudden eyes in flashes and bursts. She knew she had to walk a certain way – in order to be safe. Alas the way had ascended – on its own – like a mirage day. Those plants on sides had hands to grab. Her feet were in danger – from those knifes to stab. She knew it was all in her hands – to stay scared or take an action. It was all a matter of fraction. She had to walk and not think for some time. What dare it was in her mental rhyme.

 She walked and walked praying inside. there she crossed that way and reached the other side. A new world was waiting for her trippy mind. There was a man with dark psy behind. And he had returned too to be by her side. There they sat together – with trance in mind. And there she closed her eyes all lost in the music. There she saw those beginnings and catharsis in series so strategic.

And there came a moment when trance became universal noise – gently transcending its form to that spiritual voice. Om-Om she heard around – Om was that universal sound. Enlarged and expanded she felt, in om’s sound she began to melt.  It felt so huge to be the size of the universe - To have that power to gift or curse. And there she felt what it felt to be inside a body. There she was enlarging with Om’s melody. She grew and grew till it was impossible to hold on – when spirit became too light and heavy – like a hollowed stone. And there happened that epiphany moment – only punctured with her mental dent. she was too week for the experience she felt. So back into the earthly world she dwelt.

World seemed strange and alien suddenly. And yet she had just now been the world so heavenly. She wanted to eat and sleep then. There was no he, no man. All through this she had been offered that fog. Again and again she had felt that smog. But now the world was transparent yet in mist. She walked like a zombie with a mysterious jist.

Alone she entered that forest into an isolated camp. She feared no forest, no dark vamp. She was the nature and the nature was she. She was the universe –a cosmos so free. And there inside the arms of night – slept that soul so bright – as if entering the arms of her beloved –there she slept in that cosmos as bed.

written by - Mystical Wanderer