![]() ![]() In this liminal state a thought also appeared, fully formed. The image vanished before I could zoom in further. At the same time, I was aware that there was still more to see, and that the dial had been turned up only minutely, offering just a tiny hint at what can be seen through the veil. ![]() It shifted into an intense clarity, and I knew that I was seeing more than I ever had before. The picture quickly moved from non-existence to what I perceive as normal vision, but then kept going. The plants grew increasingly defined, the colors grew sharper, the lines between each leaf more intense. It was like looking through the lens of a microscope where the first view is completely out of focus, but then you start zeroing in. They didn't sprout and bloom before my eyes, instead the fully formed image materialized out of grayness into clarity and then on to something more. It was an image of green, growing things, like succulents pushing out of dark earth. One slipped away from my recollecting almost immediately, but a faded version of the second remains. During a recent sleepless night two such visions appeared. Behind closed eyelids visions blossom, growing the way chrysanthemum fireworks pulse out from a central point into fullness. ![]() ![]() The state between wakefulness and sleep is fecund dark and loamy. ![]()
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