Fingerprints
I am lost to this world. All is spinning around, I’m disoriented and falling backwards in the
abyss. Nothing to hold on to, all is slipping and sliding through my fingers like sand. Sinking
in the vortex, sick in what I think is my stomach, the whirlwinds are swallowing me whole.
The last thing I remember, I had my hands on the ridge, hanging from the big flat rock, my
fingerprints must still be on the stone. I don’t know what happened. Now wind blowing in my
ears, going on and on. Stark smell of metal or blood and a roaring I’ve never heard before.
And it is dark all around.
Is this the belly of the beast? The end of times? The new world?
There is nothing and nothingness. Just darkness and falling and roaring. I strain to curl my
body into a fetus, my head in my arms. I still have a body, a body that is moving with
unbelievable speed.
Where am I? Who am I? What the fuck! How long has this been going on? How is this going
to end? I try and stretch my body, spread my arms and legs like I am flying.
I am flying in a way, just dropping with enormous speed too. I move my arms back and
stretch my legs and I seem to be moving forward somewhat. It’s hard to tell, because of the
vast darkness. Then I realise my eyes are shut hard. When I try to open them just a tiny bit, I
understand why. The wind of the speed is cutting in them so painfully, that it’s impossible to
open them.
Fuck me! What the fuck is happening? The dizziness is overwhelming and I feel nauseated.
Then the light flashes start, violent luminescent blue, like lightning in my eyes. My brain feels
like it’s splitting open. Unbearable pain everywhere.
Then all of a sudden all is still. Like I slashed through a veil into another world. Whiteness
everywhere and divine silence. All sound has stopped in this instant.
It’s like I’m in a world made of snow, all white and silent, but not cold. It’s like there is no
temperature. If anything it is pleasant. I’m not falling anymore. If I even still have a body, it is
floating like mist.
There is clarity, so much clarity about what is. I am this.
abyss. Nothing to hold on to, all is slipping and sliding through my fingers like sand. Sinking
in the vortex, sick in what I think is my stomach, the whirlwinds are swallowing me whole.
The last thing I remember, I had my hands on the ridge, hanging from the big flat rock, my
fingerprints must still be on the stone. I don’t know what happened. Now wind blowing in my
ears, going on and on. Stark smell of metal or blood and a roaring I’ve never heard before.
And it is dark all around.
Is this the belly of the beast? The end of times? The new world?
There is nothing and nothingness. Just darkness and falling and roaring. I strain to curl my
body into a fetus, my head in my arms. I still have a body, a body that is moving with
unbelievable speed.
Where am I? Who am I? What the fuck! How long has this been going on? How is this going
to end? I try and stretch my body, spread my arms and legs like I am flying.
I am flying in a way, just dropping with enormous speed too. I move my arms back and
stretch my legs and I seem to be moving forward somewhat. It’s hard to tell, because of the
vast darkness. Then I realise my eyes are shut hard. When I try to open them just a tiny bit, I
understand why. The wind of the speed is cutting in them so painfully, that it’s impossible to
open them.
Fuck me! What the fuck is happening? The dizziness is overwhelming and I feel nauseated.
Then the light flashes start, violent luminescent blue, like lightning in my eyes. My brain feels
like it’s splitting open. Unbearable pain everywhere.
Then all of a sudden all is still. Like I slashed through a veil into another world. Whiteness
everywhere and divine silence. All sound has stopped in this instant.
It’s like I’m in a world made of snow, all white and silent, but not cold. It’s like there is no
temperature. If anything it is pleasant. I’m not falling anymore. If I even still have a body, it is
floating like mist.
There is clarity, so much clarity about what is. I am this.
What A Blessing Is This Rain
What a blessing is this rain! After so much time of drought and gritting teeth, finally
everything gets washed out clean. Delicious pouring sheets of rain slashing down,
on the rooftops, the deck, the garden and the streets. Rivers of water are forming at
the sides of the streets, running down to lower grounds. The sloshing sound of
soaked grass, dripping gutters and newly formed little rivers.
What a blessing is this rain! The glistening of drops and the big wet banana leaves
and the shimmering windows. An ocean of transparency almost like an underwater
world. Everything is connected with wetness, no exceptions. We are the same
matter, fluid and mingling and flowing. We can lavish ourselves in this lush wealth of
water and the blessing of the rebirth of life.
What a blessing is this rain! We need to wash ourselves from what is too much. Too
much worry and too much greed and too much anxiety. Wash away the fears and
struggles and just let go what was yesterday's mess. This rain brings new life, new
juice and new sparkles. We are here now, newly born, like a wet baby chick coming
out of the egg. All around is being reborn, shaped anew like the embryo swimming in
it's sack of fluids.
What a blessing is this rain! We needed this so much. Do you even remember how
your wheels of motion were stuck with rasping and grinding sand and how you could
not get ahead? How frustrating were the jarred engines and the rusted hinges of the
ever stuck doors? The squealing screeches of metal, bend beyond repair. Everything
gets refreshed now, oiled and sprayed richly with W40. Fluency is the new mode.
Feel and listen to the easy click of doors opening up around you now, automatically
and silent, like they aren’t even there.
What a blessing is this rain! Let’s bring it all out. Al that needs renewal and all that
can be flushed out. Let it run through the gutters and into the drains and away
through the sewer system. Let’s enjoy this cleanse and soak ourselves inside and
out. For this feast of water brings us back to who we are: everlasting souls in a one
and only present. Residing in transparent and clean matter. We are washable and
ever renewable! Let’s rinse in this blessed water and start over now!
everything gets washed out clean. Delicious pouring sheets of rain slashing down,
on the rooftops, the deck, the garden and the streets. Rivers of water are forming at
the sides of the streets, running down to lower grounds. The sloshing sound of
soaked grass, dripping gutters and newly formed little rivers.
What a blessing is this rain! The glistening of drops and the big wet banana leaves
and the shimmering windows. An ocean of transparency almost like an underwater
world. Everything is connected with wetness, no exceptions. We are the same
matter, fluid and mingling and flowing. We can lavish ourselves in this lush wealth of
water and the blessing of the rebirth of life.
What a blessing is this rain! We need to wash ourselves from what is too much. Too
much worry and too much greed and too much anxiety. Wash away the fears and
struggles and just let go what was yesterday's mess. This rain brings new life, new
juice and new sparkles. We are here now, newly born, like a wet baby chick coming
out of the egg. All around is being reborn, shaped anew like the embryo swimming in
it's sack of fluids.
What a blessing is this rain! We needed this so much. Do you even remember how
your wheels of motion were stuck with rasping and grinding sand and how you could
not get ahead? How frustrating were the jarred engines and the rusted hinges of the
ever stuck doors? The squealing screeches of metal, bend beyond repair. Everything
gets refreshed now, oiled and sprayed richly with W40. Fluency is the new mode.
Feel and listen to the easy click of doors opening up around you now, automatically
and silent, like they aren’t even there.
What a blessing is this rain! Let’s bring it all out. Al that needs renewal and all that
can be flushed out. Let it run through the gutters and into the drains and away
through the sewer system. Let’s enjoy this cleanse and soak ourselves inside and
out. For this feast of water brings us back to who we are: everlasting souls in a one
and only present. Residing in transparent and clean matter. We are washable and
ever renewable! Let’s rinse in this blessed water and start over now!
