Don’t
let me sleep too long.
If I leave my bed for more than a few hours
I come back jet-lagged
and sometimes with bruises and bite marks
I didn’t get in the world where I left my body.
If I leave my bed for more than a few hours
I come back jet-lagged
and sometimes with bruises and bite marks
I didn’t get in the world where I left my body.
When the body sleeps the soul travels
and it does not go naked.
It makes its excursions in a subtle form
whose adventures and misadventures
can leave astral stigmata.
In a cold land near the Northern Lights
women preparing corpses for the funeral pyre
place moss on their tongues and caw like ravens
to scare away hungry ghosts
that gobble spirit bodies like chitlins.
If you are drinking pour a little for the thirsty dead
because the subtle body is also a body of desire.
If
you’re out there, you’ll learn that to go beyond the Moon
you must leave your astral body behind. Make sure
you put it in a locker where thieves can’t take it.
It’s late and my double is eager to go wandering.
It could come out through my toes
or through my groin, or my core.
It could fly from my mouth or rise from the fontanel -
the right way, says the yogi, to go out at death.
you must leave your astral body behind. Make sure
you put it in a locker where thieves can’t take it.
It’s late and my double is eager to go wandering.
It could come out through my toes
or through my groin, or my core.
It could fly from my mouth or rise from the fontanel -
the right way, says the yogi, to go out at death.
Leaving
my body tonight, I don’t plan
more than a temporary death.
I might go to the mermaid cove
or the island of apples or a tower in the clouds
but I’ll be back unless you let me sleep too long.
more than a temporary death.
I might go to the mermaid cove
or the island of apples or a tower in the clouds
but I’ll be back unless you let me sleep too long.
- - Mosswood Hollow, July 14, 2017
Art: Willliam Blake, illustration for "The Grave", a poem by Robert Blair
This is hauntingly beautiful. Sleep can call, like the Sirens. Soul stirring.
ReplyDeleteMy mom use to Astral travel as a young women. She could travel great distances. Her most frequent trips were to visit her birth family in their lakeside hamlet home. Many family members recount seeing her walking the dirt roads back home. But her physical body was 600 miles away. She events topped Astral travelling when she felt a threat that she may lose her body. She became aware of others out there waiting to snatch up "empty" bodies.
ReplyDeleteI wish she lived in a time where Astral travel was supported as a gift and she could have learnt and been guided with this gift. Instead she closed it down.
Dallal
Thank you for sharing Dallal. Maybe she can travel again,
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