Astral projection
Last night, at nine, I perform astral projection, And went to receive the inscription of night. Then I saw a full moon in the clouds, And was struck with poetic wonder. The moon was making amber of the world, And every cottage were glittering. The trees around were beautiful, Yet ominous with gloom. The meadows sent the smells of ferns, Grasses and the folded flowers. In that instant l leave far behind, All human relation and live with savages. I became an element And nature grew over me. I have died out of the human world, And come to feel the strange existence. There wasn't any lie nor any betrayal. Everything was filled with love. Grass bend and rustles, insect dances, There was no deceiving faces, And no omega to peace. Being in an astral body is awesome, No heart can feel like leaving the state.
2020-10-12 05:30:27
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