Caught in a haze (not sure if it was purple)
my mind soft…floating…dreamy,
Colors ping and I hear them as notes
on a scale of 1 to 10 and they spontaneously
create an orchestra of enraptured awareness,
the music composed of streaming images.
I watch from outside of myself but am deeply
curious in the film being played within my
consciousness. Feelings arise, a smile plays
across my face, and a deep longing for my brother.
He appears and sits by my side and love pours
back and forth between us, our eyes beaming
light into infinity…the third spins a mandala.
Playing in a field of dreams with Anthony Desmond at dVerse Poets: http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/29/poetics-on-dmt/