Is it a dream?
A sonic boom fills my room;
The sound barrier has brought me through.
I walk out into the street, there is an opening in the horizon;
All structure of thought, all reason and ideas I’m taught, just fade away.
I turn around to touch the ground, suddenly it’s not as real as it used to be.
Where does this lead?
On the quay of instinct and imagination;
I walk forward in fascination.
I am not who I expected to be.
Memories rise from my soul, from my heart-center unravels infinite rainbows.
I drop misconception, no longer solidified in being present;
I am not longer sure I existed.
This is the precipice of man and nature.