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Dastrix Slogan

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And I held my earthly body in my arms. It was old, frail and exceedingly thin. My eyes had clouded over, their light long gone and my skin was ghostly yellow pale. But beyond the toothless mouth there was a smile that told of days of endless wonder. It was thousands of years old, and I needed it no longer. I laid my precious human shell on the ground, and watched the wind break it into a thousand pieces of dust, and blow it away. And this, was the last time I used my hands.

Freed from form I melted into the earth, and I released what it took to be one. I moved slow, feeling into each thin blade of grass, sensing my way from under, inside, like slow flames kindered so did I reach up into each tiny trimmed green blade. And knew.

It was here that I ran.

Like waves of light, exploding under the ground, each ripple and shockwave I extended forward reaching, feeling, becoming, knowing. Oh if you could see it without my eyes, a billion lights energized in front of one another racing across this world. Epicentres apon epicentres, and the epicentre is me. I burrowed myself through rich earthy soil as I travelled under man-made roads. Twisted and turned locating each and every single drop of precious moisture in each clod of dirt. Blew like a soft wind through each small insect that I found, that I became, that I was. Reached and grew and counted and knew, down to the last ring on each earthworm that laboured selfelessly blind in the darkest depths. Encompassing it all.

It was then I reached the trees.

How I would love to show it to you, that you may percieve the awe and wonder. Thick dusky legs thrusting deep into the depths of the ground as I feel each and every tiny molecule of tingling clear crystal water slowly, exquisitely, travel up my being. Through me, within me. Up and inside and out of me. To grow, thick gorgeous green life at the end of my hands at the very will of my fingers. Oh, to hear the sun's arrival, to feel hot red yellow colour beyond colour. Radiating life absorbed through my skin, and I lift my large thick mellifluent hands to the sky and and the bliss and contentment waterfalls through me and all I can do to keep from crying in the beauty and aura of it all is to open a million tiny mouths under my skin and breath air, life, exhale a silent scream of pleasure, alive to the world. Oh to give you this peace!

I reached the ocean and dived into the sand, and became and counted every single last small grain, each one glowing with white light for a millisecond of its life. Did you listen, could you hear each subaudial shiver of essence, down to the very rock that lines the earth? The water lapped cool between the grains at the oceans edge. It was here that I paused, and understood that this was the final domain. Had I a face I would have wept in humility at the sheer scale and depth of life that I had forgotten. And it started as I moved into the water, between it. I crept in reverence in the nanoscopic spaces between each molecule of sea water, and burst forward around them, stretching, aching and growing from shore to shore touching each time the very sand that I had become, the very sand that led to the very grass that I had first gingely explored back to the trees, oh the trees! Breathing silvered sentience rich to the world. And for the longest time I waited there, just holding the ocean in my being. Cradling it in arms unseen. Feeling its soul wash through me, as it ebbed and flowed, slowly and powerfully, answering to songs from far beyong these shores. And finally, surrendered myself to the waters, extended through them and made them brim full with a million tiny electric storms, zigzagging maelstroms under the waves. And all was one, almost. One more remains to be.

Tell me child, can you still your mind? Can you hear it? Can you drop to your knees and dig your hands into the soft, wet earth? Can you feel it there? Feel me? Feel you? Open you mind, and your heart and let your concience, let yourself, flow and feel the life that is inside you, connect it to all and everything. Let your mortal mould weep with the beauty that is everything as one. And breath with me. Breath in the sun rising. Breath in the red and the vivid orange, breath in your breath from across the seas with all the life and culture that exists. All tears, joys, fears, sorrows and sheer beauty that is each and every person who is or has ever been. And breath it out over the night sea, towards the moon rising and know that everything is inside and outside because you are me. You are everyone and everything, you are all those that have come before me and are me. Breath life back out unto the world. We are one, can you feel it, do you know it? Open your eyes, never, never wipe the tears away, let them fall to the earth for all to feel. All to be. A milion tiny phosphoresces bursting beneath your skin. In lifes embracive breath say it with me, for you know it to be true:

I am.

<3
 
Dastrix Slogan said:
to feel hot red yellow colour beyond colour.

there's so much great writing in here lately i don't know what to do...

this is simply radiant DS, surely we learn something from this. rather insightful.

<3

~Drew
 
This is totally great! Transcendental awakening in all its beauty and power... but I told that to you already.. Beautiful piece! Actually I have another thing to say: This process seems to largely be driving the character with just a little help from him.. Is it voluntary, or is it just happening to him while he also happens to welcome it.. what do you think? I'll try to come up with a good "response" to this one over the weekend, but i'm not sure when it'll be ready.. You definitely are an endless source of inspiration, man!!! :)


talk to you in a bit,
gene
 
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