The White Light of Life.

[rewiiired]

The White Light of Life.
by rewired
03/03/02
I walked the streets again today, choking down
my lack of meaning,
fists in my pockets, I closed my eyes and
tried to see beyond the seeming,
but it always comes back around again:
power-hungry, dictating assholes swarming like flies around the pile of bullshit we call life...
but I saw the beauty again last weekend:
the world bloomed in a pill swallowed.
Her hand rested on my shoulder
as she massaged my back
and we gazed down at the world.
With my feet dangling, I watched
the crowd of faces sweating off
their madness in gifts of bliss and glory, but
the high and connection never lasts,
storm clouds come along again.
Why couldn’t I feel that way forever?
Is the key somewhere inside of me?
Will I be left here for all eternity, walking the streets,
breathing smoke, bathed in the muck of my own negativity?
Can't I will my own transformation, shed my own damned skin?
Can't I open myself to change without this chemically-induced altered perception?
Is there a beauty out there waiting for me to see through clear, bright, open eyes?
Or does it take chemicals and beautiful friends
to touch the white light of life?

 

[Lingo]

Sounds like you had quite a weekend. Glad to see you around these parts. Sounds like we have some catching up to do...
Adios,
Steve

 

[smokin8balll420trip]

Sounds like just how I felt on Ecstacy. Too bad the beautiful good times never last forever. I enjoyed reading this though.

 

[rewiiired]

Hey, Steve, good to hear from you. Shan and I were talking about you earlier tonight.
And yeah, I wish the feeling would last. It really gives you a sense of how what's pre-existing in your head can warp and muddy your perception on life and relationships with the entirety of existence... and how a little "spiritual windex" in the form of something smaller than an M&M can clear your window of reality. Again, unfortunately temporarily... but suppose one could access such enlightening states naturally... ?