The Granularity

I close my eyes.  My breath is slow and shallow.  Finding myself in a field of liquid emory paper, I begin to move through it with no effort.  It seems to be the same as an ultra low frenquency sound.  A symphony of counterpoint.  Flutes and strings percussing.  A trumpet.  The mysterious sounds of the Enhala drum.

Emory paper darker than night and constantly moving.
A deep black background with tiny tiny sparkles finer than sand.

A granularity.

And superimposed, a transluscence  of light and dark shadows.  Three dimensional shapes constantly morphing.  Some curved, some square.  Some round, some pointy.  A shapeshifting DNA spiral.  Occasionally a brighter than usual diamond grain of sand.  A ringing hum.  Like distant stars in space.
Always moving.  Always changing.

And then, a cluster of bright sparkels.  Stacatto ice picks.

I always enjoyed black and white movies.  An infinite gradation between light and dark.  From the flashing bang  of white light to the velvet deep without bottom. And in between every possible shadow of gray.

And so I stare at a white wall.  A high pitched gong.  The granulated emory paper in negative polarity.  The granularity in constant transformation.

And yet another dimension.

Color.  A quartet of tetragrammation.  At first only an infrared star in space.  A tiny tiny sparkle tinkling.  A flash of red in the rolling sea of dark granularity and moving shadows of sacred geometry.  Then a flash of blue, whoosing.

And suddenly, yet another  new dimension.

Crystal clear.  The garden of the world in crisp living color.  The Piscaderian Choir.  Accompanied by the Modern Jazz Ensemble.  Garden of the Octopi  gliding in and out of sand castle corridors and passing by shards of crystal glass  covered with multicolored flashing Christmas tree lights.  A piercing  rainbow haze of Meissner fields shooting out from high resolution reality.  A constant ringing in my ears.

Oh, excuse me, here comes Dr. Wise to give me my medications.

Outcome

Tiny smudge of cumulus floats across blue sky,
growing neck smoke angel morph
dissolving by and by.

I fell in nest of shamans
with hoo do voo do too.
They carried me to other worlds
now what else could they do?

All psychedelia soon applaud
the ayahausca transverse god
of dreamtime angels
I did nod.

Where the heaven am I?

Mother Earth soon gave birth
and out came Newtime big toe first
to cast the oneness spell include
of rain... and sun... and peace... and food.