1 And, so it was a mortal mind soared,
Into metaphysical space created by thought,
Onto a corridor out there the nothing,
Existing there as an essence of everything.
2 Before it flashed images,
Memories of the spirit’s true home,
The mind zoomed in close, on but a thought,
And was there, then, in energy.
3 As an energy, it thought of a form,
As the simplicity of metaphysics became remembered,
And, then, its vibration matched that vibration of home,
Then, on that frequency, it wove a strand of space ...
4 Forming a bridge through time ... through into the next dimension,
A corridor through the very fabric of space,
Inwardly, then, a mind linked with ‘home’,
Able to journey to there whenever it had that need.
5 So when the mind breaks free of dense mortality,
Its energy form shall travel that corridor,
At last a mind is free of all the negative bindings,
No longer a prisoner of its own illusions.
6 Slowly, the thought stilled and slowed,
Becoming once more a form known as a human being....
Matthew James 23RD MAY 1995
