Elemental Epiphony

Imagine yourself whooshing with the wind – upon those wheels that race with the thunder...there running through those desert whirlwinds you suddenly explore a blue green sea. There it flows all shimmering. It casts a spell with a magic so free. Enchanted and hallucinated you become – there in that magic sea. You fly by the river the color of the same sea. There you get enticed with the speed of the magic sea.

You notice that land suddenly turned all green with spring. it has those shadows of a magic ring. There is transcendental power in every journey. Especially that where you are so so free. you know it inside, it is a cosmic doing.

In each lap of breath you feel a meditative lee. You jump and glide in dream of fire. The fire is icy it gives you a jolt. It turns you blue – a girl and a boy. You are the girl, you are the boy. You know your limits which do not exist. You want to have no limits –what you expect.

You were free you are free and you will also remain.... you glide with a train to a magic land... the train pulls you behind with speed and speed. The gates close themselves with speed and more speed. You get pulled in the moment - of speed and speed. You feel that power of thunder all green. You feel those bars spread evenly around. thud and bomb – a sudden sound. You are going down – deep into the layers of earth. You are leaving sunshine – deep below that cold earth.

You love those hills with chilly hallucinations. In this journey there would be no stations. But some possible halts that keep going . those sudden voices – some noisy sound. You tap your feet upon some beats in thumping in your hear and feet. You feel that push – there in strange drool.

You know those eyes all aiming at you. You like one set that far above the crew. You know that gaze that appeals to your soul. That aura connection that mysterious jhol... you listen those drums in some social fair. You remember that noise of artificial fear.

You miss that love of roots so pure. There that love – love the only lure. A piece of nature you consider yourself. A piece is this world of your imagined self. You imagine and create – each of you your own world. There in many layers – you live all curled.

Yet each player is a mere mental creation – of whom – the one that unites you all.  so each real is yet a mental creation. All imaginations of us and many i’’s... there the train speeds some more in mental eye. Its all about mind – the past the present, all exist together – there at one time.

There upon hills she looks above – in negatives again – black, blue sky. The mountains had snow loads of it. They were icy and magical for she by she. She saw divine and evil at the same time – there in those hills she heard mysterious rhymes.

She knew it all – tight in every cell – the creation the destruction – her every birth’s cell. They were all them and others too. There with a thump she experienced new dew.

She loved those eyes – the one still looking – her and her aura – that sea they are looking. The hills had stories of her for her. She saw herself – a creation of nature’s spur. She loved those moments – the on and off.. that constant thundering – those feet of a running horse. That sound of racing in races of divine, the feeling so dark – there in your mind. You love that speed – the thrill of racing. Upon a tiger you saw yourself racing. Or were you the tigress long back in one birth. Yes you still have those cells there in your spirit’s shelf.

You dance in a rhythm of entering that hell. It doesn’t feel so bad – it is a mere name – hell. Its a world of rationality – that right and wrong. These rights are not vulnerable to manipulational grounds. She saw herself in short hair, upon some peak tapping her feet. She was reading some scriptures – there in that heat. Her face was glowing with a smile in her heart. All lost she was – in readings and her thoughts..

‘are you ready’ she asks herself and jumps from a peak – deep into the river where she always wanted to be. She didn’t die but underwent a rebirth. Through elemental rhyme she  attained a new birth.  Her body now glittered all bodiless she was. No rationality was required – she knew it all.

It was all her intuitions – her inner voices. She loved those whisps – that blissful noise. At times she missed those gazing of moon. of night in sky – all sleeping in bloom. She loved that web – of starry moonbeams – upon her bare skin they used to gleam. Those beams had magic – they entered her voice – there under moonbeams – there there was no noise.

But songs of learnings – from cosmic eyes. So wise so foolish – all at the same time. Those beats were magic so was that train passing by. she remembered that rain – so refreshing in days gone by. in rain.

There again entered a new she . she was dancing in rain so wild so free. she splashed her jal playing with it. there with her love – all naughty she was. Beside a river – that rain that song. Talking with those winds and singing that song, listening to those magic tales of Jal on heights.  Another she on some other height. With sun she was talking – of its friend – her love. His name all imprinted upon her ring finger.

She loved that squirrel that nibbled chocolate – right to her palm  she used to come late. And there she tied her hair in bun – upon some other trek of a mountain of sun. Appolo - she became that diva – in blue and tiggeress print she did not shiver. There like a tigeress she stood upon that peak , there she she was erect with her back to sun’s spree. She glowed all dark with sun behind – sun was her halo – her hair its darkish shine.

Speed is music – speed is divine. It is fun to be speeding – forgetting all other rhymes. Its meditative to forget everthing else. But to be in the moment all speeding to hell.  There she attained yet a new carcase for herself . in the blue sky a bird flying above some cliffy dove. europeon and Indian – she saw herself together in three births. In every childhood she had two ponies tied. On grass she was sitting with dresses different styles. She loved those dresses – so simple, so europeon styled.

There upon some hill she was meditating with legs triangle tied. Abacus sign it seemed – in air was the station. She became a constellation with on like stars in the picture ride. She was black all glittering with stars in white. There were shades of purple too with grey all merged inside. there were those moments –  to say that universe a universal hi....

In one vision she was about to step down fro ma cliff of highest height. And there she dived from that height – deep down in abyss inside. and then she became a challaindere in some royal palace in a birth gyre. With many ladies dancing with their palms glowing with challaindere’s touch and light.

Once she was trapped inside some mountainside. She was huge or the mountain was rock as there she was curbed all inside. she felt suffocated and paranoid she yelled but none came to here side. There into those mountains – she was captured and eternalized. There she still shells – in some mountains – where her soul resides.

Qnd once long back when humans were huge, there beside some peak she sat like froth. She was huge – larger than that mountain. She was pink without any stain. Her lips were huge all pink in color.

There in those breaths of charcoal she underwent the entire cycle. Same gate upon all checked in pattern .There she saw the river all dry. it had strange visions to make her feel high. It was dry, all brown yet that greenish glitter remained. Its surface was silvery the one that seemed made of moonstone... it seemed a strange valley altogether.Urging her to go for a new journey on go...

She loved that wind below her feet. She loved paving through those streets... there upon s red sunset she felt like dancing. She met a kid so vibrant with energy prancing. She wanted to click his sillhouts by the window. it taught her many things those highs and lows. The innocence was still intact in that divine child. There she identified with a soul so wild...

That speed suddenly increased now in a mild rhythms...gradually it earned its thumping that speed of snow. It seemed  like light years were passing in micro seconds... there they speeded in  speed of wind. The wind was magical with snow in air. There she saw those cotton balls in  magic’s lieu...

The shades were turning to pink slowly. There was orange and also a reddish hue... she lost in nostalgia of some other birth, some other self of hers. She loved those rhymes – they were close to her heart. They travelling through peaks and valleys. They - jumping into various rallies. They – the feeling of they – the feeling of unison – with some other soul in shades of crimson.  But now it wasn’t just a soul – it was the entire cosmos all together inhaling and exhaling in each of her breaths....

And she felt cosmic with or without speeding train. after all the scenes were cyclic so was her life but this moment was unique – it had its own ecstasy its own memory.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer