In the space between my dreams
I found myself in the sea of static again
I was treading on the surface
The static was like small electrical shocks
The air had the same gray lines of energy
Screeching and pummeling me
I had to move
I started to swim against the currents
I did not want to be pushed wherever they were going
As I swam I saw something black in the distance
It seemed to be floating on the water
But I could not tell how large it was
I don’t know how long I swam to reach it
When I did I saw that it was about my size
It was shaped like half an egg
I had to escape the static so I climbed in
I layed down and it closed over the top of me
Like a curved camera aperture
It was dark and quiet and warm
Like a womb
I could feel it rocking an moving
In the same direction I had been going
But I was safe from the static and the energy
I heard a tiny whisper
“It is time to rest and let the divine carry you.”
I fell into a deep dreamless sleep
When I woke it was morning
My womb had reached a shore and opened again
I stood up on a thin line of beach
I was hot though I only wore swim trunks
The beach gave way to a plain of bones
They were large and sharp as I walked over them
The sun was out but it was too hot
I walked for what seemed like ages
The bones suddenly gave way
Before me lay a vast expanse of obsidian flakes
I knew I had to continue
I walked onto the shards and they stung my feet
Neither the bones or the flakes drew blood though
The air was cooler
But the obsidian was sharp and hot
I continued to walk until I saw a forest in the distance
As I struggled to reach it the sun was covered in clouds
The forest floor was covered with pine needles
They were cool but also sharp on my bare feet
The sun was soon hidden by the trees
I realized how alone I was
But I kept walking
The forest was better than the places before it
But I knew I had to keep walking
Suddenly the forest broke
And I was walking on a vast expanse of snow
The snow was cold but the air was pleasant
I walked and the snow was a relief to my bare feet
As I walked the white wind began to push me forward
It was easier and easier to move
I came to an unfrozen pool
As I looked down into it
The water seemed to say
“Know your place in the world and accept its gifts”
I saw my sleeping body in the reflected water
I sank into it and awoke in my bed
It was quiet and dark so I wrote this down
16 April 2024
6 responses to “Static, Walking, and Wind”
I do not find immediate meaning for myself in this vision.
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Thanks for reading it. Perhaps it is just the greater jihad.
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Perhaps. Perhaps it’s just a masculine journey that doesn’t resonate with me.
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The static and gray lines are very much a product of the exact time period when I was a child. The rest seems to look far backwards in time to a more primitive world. It is a connection between humanity and nature. But if you don’t see it that way, your opinion of it is still valid.
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I’m not thinking that deeply about it.
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That’s okay too. I love you.
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