Ascension’s Song

It's about the journey of the soul from worldly to holy.

I traveled to far-off shores,
twisting and turning,
till I visited every dim-lit corner of my soul.
Demons fell away like brittle leaves,
while sages whispered in my ear,
and angels, silent sentinels,
kept watch until I crossed—
fractured yet unbroken—
to the opposite shore.

There, in warm liquid eyes,
I found the pulse I had been hunting for:
a dive from a shining pedestal,
a plainspoken ascension,
a sonata of rainbow light.
My heart, airborne and trembling,
shook its cage of ribs—
cells swaying in reverie,
tickled pink by immensity.

Lightning bloomed across the sky,
The eye of the nebula widened,
An oasis opened for gypsy thoughts.
Stars coursed through my veins,
moon folded, sun flared,
Ancient wisdom cracked the stone within.
No more wings trapped in a cage—
the soul shed its skins,
red threads unspooling
into nameless, faceless expanse.

Galaxies churned like oceans,
mother nature drew me close—
a bluesy blanket,
a wild embrace.
Ego loosened its festooned knots,
embers of hunger lifted,
and the soul carried the scent
of a fresh bloom,
crowned with butterflies,
lit with fireflies and wonder.

Then—
a million scattered pieces returned to wholeness.
No more foes,
no more wars,
no more chasing futile city lights
or hunting wisdom in the books.
Definitions dissolved,
borders melted,
Duality crumbled to dust.
A purr became a roar,
doubt bent like grass in the wind.

More than meets the eye—
Pure light unveiled the forest,
and all creation burst open.
The world stood revealed as a stage,
a wilderness without walls,