The Stroke

Two hemispheres                                     Two personalities

Left                                  and                              right

Working in union.

Communication of five-hundred-million sparking, moving fibers.

Energy flowing until the explosion into our senses of the present.

In this moment we are perfect, we are whole, we are beautiful.

Energy of bodies, of beings intertwined, connected.

But still,

I am.

Then suddenly,

I am not.

The internal is the external, the external is the internal.

Blood seeping from the vessel that is my words,

I'm inside the deterioration of my own mind.

Pain gripping, releasing, gripping, releasing.

I'm watching from an esoteric space.

And I am quiet.

The boundaries of my body blend with the walls, the floors, the doors.

The atoms of the walls, the floors, the doors become the atoms of my body.

I felt at one with all the energy there was and it was beautiful there.

A silent mind.

Then, just like a balloon losing its last bits of air, I felt my energy lift, and my spirit surrender.

A suspended mind.

A body lost in space, in the two planes of reality.

I'm enormous, expansive, euphoric.

I now know how to find Nirvana.