I sat under the held up shade, waiting for the waves to tumble upon a new world.
Gazing through my lucid sun-glares, I lay my eyes on a distant feminine figure.
A sun beneath the sun, she radiated onto the bright sky.
I could hear her calling me to the other side, whispering in my ears like she stood not afar. The whispers inhibited chills through my body and momentarily I shivered.
This was physiological response to the meta-physical transformation that I was about to undergo.
Now, the feminine figure was in my sight, standing closer to me.
Her hands reaching out to me like it was meant to save my being. I reached out.
Walked out to the shore, the ocean on my feet, my body glazed under the scorching sun.
The case of being stung by the rays was unsensational, instead, the calm in her eyes soothed me like the cold waves running on a baby's back. The tension vanished like the hair that laid on her face and got blown away by the wind.
We walked on to our abode, a place waiting to reveal it's true identity. Heads overlooking the ocean, consciousness began surfing rays of the sun.
I sat on the cushion, my head facing the ground, I see a colony.
A colony of red ants, each carrying a grain of sand over it's head, like taking the sand back to the ocean.
A moment of terror as the ever hostile red ants surrounded my feet
I looked above to a friend and asked if he sees what I see.
He looked at me like a kid looks, for the first time, at an airplane taking off the runway.
I feel indifferent to the forces outside of me, yet I enter the most ubiquitous world inside me.
The ground beneath me dissolving in itself and spreading like spilled water.
The lines of my palms moved towards the future, I could read it.
Wet foot-print of a shoe turned into the shapes seen in ancient cave arts.
Eyes became a kaleidoscope for the spirit inside me, for this extraordinaire colours that blended into objects with every blink of the eyes.
A state of melting face felt real for the thought of touching one's own face. The moment called for a 'trip' to the un-urban washroom.
The melting state passed over to the mirror on the wall, a splash of this un-holy water fixed it all.
The walk back to my abode called for me to reflect on the beings that surrounded me, as the awareness of my own identity did not correspond to those bodies.
I strolled towards the shore, with her beside me. Together, both our arcane worlds begin to converge as our minds set the course for it.
I saw a tear drop in her eye that never left the surface of her eyelash. Was it a tear drop, I pondered. It was. But little did I know that it belonged to me. We were now part of the same frequency that guided us to the same realm.
A realm with exquisite power, yet hidden from the usual perceptions.
Clouds took over our vision and played a porno version of itself.
The colour of the sun, that was about to set, looked like the elementary wheel of colours. I could set the hue of the sunset with my eyes.
It was a sign, a sign from the observatory lab of my eyes to put down the scope. For now.
The compound of this substances gave street lights to the unperturbed village of my consciousness.
To find what lies within is now an expedition for my evolution.