The Passage
In that moment, she passed me by. That little beautiful creature. She swirled, almost as if flicking the air. Those careful movements through the air. Those wings, swirling like a wave, I could almost see a storm coming within. This wave, was a combination of black and light grey transitions, matching the contrast between the dense high and low water light reflection from a wave.
And she swayed. Swayed like never before. The tsunami within, riding the wind. Time stopped. No. Though, it moved. It moved as slow as it would, as if I was living the lifespan of a butterfly, where each moment, seemed a day. Almost, as if I were on a different planet?
Her flight, present in a conflict between waves. Human generated waves of noise, pollutants, physical movements. She still shimmered. And she shined too. The beam of photons, reflecting of her tender, thin and sleek texture of her torso. The waves became evident. More like a periodic seismic event where everything hits you like a wave, from a car honk to a wind blow down the alley.
It was nothing less than a worm hole. Transitioning into a space beyond the realm of my own possibilities, both cognitive and emotional. The space was made of the same material units as the ones perceived by the human me, but presented in a different thread of time and space. The presentation mattered here. For the first time, for a minuscule moment, presentation differed my perception of reality.
Could it be a space within our own perceptions? Existing, but beyond our scope of work. Because we’re too involved tuning and arranging the threads of our own physical reality and pursuing the known. Pursuing the known is nice. It is familiar, and familiar doesn’t scare us, right? Tuning our own complex reality into something more familiar and convenient. Few strings here and there, up and down, left and right, swiveled and tilted, rolled, diced, spliced until formation.
The transition took me to a different reality freeing me from a lot of clutches until it almost felt liberated! Liberated, not a lot of people feel that right? Possibly also known as Nirvana in a larger context. Liberation packed, presented in a container of millionth of a second, if realized, when realized, could be as addictive and dangerous as any drug.
Could we be living around possible realizable realities not noticing them because our dominant senses are far too privileged to give us the ability to conceive a larger docile reality? Could our present tools help us transcend beyond a ready state? Could we be discovering another fire? Something as powerful as fire to be discovered, ready for discovery, but unnoticed because of the subtle nuance.
