Astral Breath

Returning to the otherworld

Many moons have passed

All is different, yet the same

 The heralds of ill omens nowhere in sight

None to urge for direction

No false prophets exhorting the journey

Closing the eyes

Fading of mind

The veil gets thinner

Colours in the darkness

Dance of the shade

The breath of life

Astral and divine

Grasping the sense of the sacred way

Through the emanating apparitions

The outlandish and peculiar

Becomes the evident

From the elemental chaos

Sprout the strings of the weave

Shapes move and breathe

Beyond the sphere of perception

To the seeker they unravel

The entrance appears

Amidst the everchanging

Lie unspoken words

Amidst the symphony of radiant forms

Lies boundless and infinite

Another world

Returning from the otherworld

The passage was brief

Nothing is different, yet all have changed