Open Your Mind, Open Your Eyes, Enter a New Reality

I am a living work of art.

I feel colors emanate through me, expressing what's inside. I feel my body as if it isn't mine, and I am made of space and sound. The air is thick with weightlessness that surrounds me. Suddenly everything is peaceful.

Awareness comes, washing over me like a wave - when all has been still for eons. My breathing slows. I become unafraid of this place full of light and color. The tones take shape, dancing throughout the space where we are supposed to be.

We have transcended thought here. There's no need for imagination because everything is perfect - yet not the same - when I am here. I need not worry about this place because I will not see this again. It is art, but unfinished. I don't want to give it up.

If I cannot be the original, how else shall I prove my being?

I revel in trance for a moment and gasp as the colors intensify. The awakening is profound and I refuse to give up. If I were not here, this would not be possible, as it is my unique form. Is it possible that I am manifesting harmony through me?

It's not plausible; I cannot be a work of art. I'm not an original. As my mind floats above me, the colors glow brighter and merge. I want to whisper to these colors that I adore them.

The wind cuts through my hair as the ocean seeps closer. The sand is damp from saltwater, waking a yearning buried below. I feel weak with the spray of the waves, and I know this won't last long.

The colors are more vibrant here, they're friendly, and they sparkle in front of me like diamonds on black velvet. I turn my head and watch them play.

I can't help but feel time standing still. Everything around me is static except the air pushed past my lips or my arms floating over those blue waters. It's funny how there's pressure building inside, striving to escape as my body takes on the color of the ocean.

I don't know what is happening. I can't say for sure, but I feel I am without a body. I am aloof, looking into myself, and can understand the flaws of my physical form as the world fades away. I search for that feeling of safety; it's there but doesn't feel quite right.

I capture an apple from the garden, noticing how crisp its skin is. I pluck the fruit and taste it. I'm almost ready. This feels right. I can't explain why, but it does. I can't understand what's going on, but I love it.

I am floating inside my mind.