The Beach of My Dreams

It's a bit mad

Don't you think?

That there is this

Liminal space

This place

Of transition

Between all that is

And all that is not

From a mountain

To the oblivion of the sea

From the infinite created creation

Solid stone accretion

To the horrifying cold void

Of the deep

From Masculine Order

To Feminine Chaos

And in between

Is nothingness

You must be destroyed

Re-made, Un-made

Before you leave your world

For another

As my mortal body decays

Falls apart into nothing

And so it must

If my soul is to travel to the next world

Just as the mountain, the forest

Our world entire

Must dissolve its form

If the soul of the world is to return to the womb of creation

We fear the nothingness of death

Simply because it is difficult to see

But that does not mean there is nothing there

It is simply, hard to exist there for long...

Bound by the mortal flesh

Every once in a while

A little shell, a glittering gem

Washes up

A message from the beyond within

The infinite ocean of the finite heart

This world is the illusion

It is not the unseen that is the mystery

It is the "seen" and "known"

Hiding in plain sight

That we think we know so well...

Every grain is a message meant for you

Made of quartz

Made of bone

Made of pulverized sandstone

They're trying to talk to you...

Go meet them there

On the beach of my dreams.