Crossing time line fissures
And trans-dimensional drifts
Astral travelling is a true gift
Within the consciousness of mind
In the stillness of the night
All I see is a translucent light
Beckoning me forward
Through universal space
To a time and plain unknown
Full of peace, love and grace.
have you watched Behind Her Eyes on Netlfix, Faux? a strong theme of astral projection in there, i’m sure you’ll enjoy it.
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There was a good rhythm in this poem. I loved the movement of travel. I felt like you were carrying me along with you as you spanned time ad space.
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Splendid, I am glad you felt that and that it resonated with you my friend, thanks for reading and appreciating 🙏 Faux
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