Ascension’s Song

It's about the journey of the soul from worldly to holy.

I drifted to far-off shores,
twisting, turning,
wandering through every dim-lit corridor of my soul.
Demons cracked and splintered like glass underfoot,
their echoes rattling my ribs,
while sages whispered smoke-laced secrets in my ear,
and angels, like sentinels of flame,
kept watch until I staggered—
fractured yet unbroken—
to the opposite shore.

There, in warm liquid eyes,
I found the pulse I had been starving for:
a dive from a gleaming pedestal,
a plainspoken ascension,
a sonata spilling color like molten glass.
My heart, trembling,
soared against its cage of bone—
cells shivering in reverie,
a body lit pink with awe.

Lightning split the heavens,
The eye of the nebula exploded wide,
and an oasis of restless, gypsy-thoughts
unfurled like a map of stars.
Galaxies rang like cymbals in my veins,
moon folding, sun blazing,
ancient wisdom cracking the granite within.
No more wings tethered by wire—
the soul shed its skins,
red threads snapping loose
into nameless, faceless expanse.

Worlds churned like storm oceans.
Mother Nature pulled me into her chest—
her skin smelled of rain-soaked earth,
her voice a bluesy hymn,
her arms in a fierce embrace.
Ego unraveled, knots falling away,
embers of hunger hissing into the night.
The soul breathed of fresh blossoms,
a crown of butterflies trembling,
fireflies sparking like live embers,
anointing my brow with wonder.

Then—
a million scattered pieces fused to wholeness.
No more enemies, no more wars.
No more chasing phantom city lights,
no more scavenging truth in broken books.
Definitions dissolved,
borders bled into mist,
duality cracked like brittle stone.
A purr roared to life,
doubt bent like reeds before the wind.

And beyond—
more than meets the eye:
pure light sang the forest into form,
and creation itself erupted open.
The world revealed its stage,
a wilderness without walls,
a song without end.

@Rashi M