Astral Breath

Returning to the otherworld
Many moons have passed
All is different, yet the same

 The heralds of ill omens nowhere in sight
None to urge for direction
No false prophets exhorting the journey
Closing the eyes
Fading of mind
The veil gets thinner

Colours in the darkness
Dance of the shade
The breath of life
Astral and divine

Grasping the sense of the sacred way
Through the emanating apparitions
The outlandish and peculiar
Becomes the evident
From the elemental chaos
Sprout the strings of the weave

Shapes move and breathe
Beyond the sphere of perception
To the seeker they unravel
The entrance appears

Amidst the everchanging
Lie unspoken words
Amidst the symphony of radiant forms
Lies boundless and infinite
Another world

Returning from the otherworld
The passage was brief
Nothing is different, yet all have changed