The White Blanket

There was a spark,
some smoke,
a deep breath

Inhale and exha...
Blast off!

A journey doesn't accurately describe
an adventure is nowhere near
it wasn't a trip
or vacation
or even an expedition
It was
It was just... right
It was just... home
The definition of complete content

Space, space, and more space
It's infinite
It's just... infinite
Capturing it proved impossible, there was always interference
Blurs, scratches, skips and stutters

Where did I go?

The essence of my being
Pulsating
Swirling
Intertwining within itself
A never ending motion of geometry and vibrancy
It's too much, it's not enough,
But when the dream catcher called, I answered
and in an instant, there she was
All of it
Nothing and everything
The soul of absolute

No words
or sounds
Just pure emotion
Pure being

Out of focus
back in focus
I couldn't grasp it
My grip was fading, loosing luster
but the infinity was still alive and squiggling
turning around as if to push it towards my lens for easier viewing
then, snap
a jolt
a bolt of lightening through my center

She was beautiful
(but not superficial)
No eyes, no hair, no make-up, no clothes
Just a form emitting love
Complete calm
Complete awareness
and I realized, I know her ... I've been here

One by one
Her tentacles connected
One by one
They pulled me closer
Each attaching itself to a specific section
Each stretching the length of time and space
Each touching a part of me I never knew was there

and as if there was a power outage,
The blur, static, scratches and chaos struck again
The infinite started to crumble
The vibrance dimmed
The completeness scattered

Reality set in and it felt so wrong
The overwhelming sensation of emotions swelled in my tear ducts
and I saw in that moment
In that brief second of enlightenment
We are one
We are the white blanket.