(some improvised poetry/fiction about… just something on my mind. Enjoy.)
Am I alive?
Have I crossed space and time?
Across the universe and through the stars, I am floating.
Although our paths have not crossed,
I can remember every touch.
Like little clouds of angel dust,
softly caressing my skin.
Although my eyes are closed,
I can see so much clearer,
every atom, nook and cranny in this vast space.
It’s like tasting ambrosia,
on the tip of your tongue.
And then craving for a spoonful of manna from heaven.
My body and soul want ever more,
and my mind is silent,
as if frozen in time.
It’s like diving head-first into a clear spring,
and feeling the water surround you.
Then you come up for air,
your every inch laid bare,
the night singing a silent jubilee.
Even though I am lying on the dining room floor,
it’s like crossing the universe,
floating on water,
ecstatic bliss at last.