Transportation sensation

and then i came back from space

violently snapped and returned to my face

the vision of worlds pours back into my eye

confused and half-understanding this victimless crime

journeyed to realms without understanding

not time nor place, with no emergency landing

stretched beyond, seemingly, all possible imagination

volcanic ash catapulted slowly blankets vegetation

returned to the primordial oozing intellect

formless, shapeless, though a mirror might reflect?

stratospheric elevation transportation sensation

my own little capsule for self-transformation

a small private space for the reincarnation

while the universe around me sits in deep prostration

to the inside-unfolding of divine illumination.

and as the ash from the volcano settles itself on the ground

i begin to feel familiar in this new body i have found

it seems to fit better now the old one is unbound

i hope that it lasts into the next journey profound.