Well, I wanted to share something I have been working on, still working on, but I have found even in its incomplete state is helpful.
Everyday on my way to work I see a house with a yellow wall and yellow gate. In the center of the gate is iron work of a lotus flower abd buddhist symbols through the workings of the gate. Beyond the gate is a house where Buddihst monks live and an awning with 2 twin statues of Budhhas underneth.
Long ago I had a fantasy about this place, what is beyond the gate, what is beyond the statues and the house, which has turned itself into a sort of guided meditation. Here is the first installation, please tell me what you think.
Blessings,
Metta Pax [-o<
As I press my face against the cold yellow iron gate the gate opens and the clouds part.
The rain beyond the boundary to the outside world stops at the yellow gates and I walk into the light of the sun. I am dry again. As I am now beyond the boundary of the gates the sound of traffic can no longer be heard instead I can hear birds singing and a butterfly floats past me on a cool breeze. I follow it over to the marble canopy and there is the Buddha with folded hands, palms up in his giant lap. He is smiling down at me and I hear him say in the most beautifully calm voice, “Hello my child, my sister, my friend. I have been waiting for you. Come and sit here in the comfort of my lap, meditate and be the enlightened being you are meant to be.” I crawl up his huge feet and sit in his lap with folded hands. My eyes grow heavy as a feeling of surrender sweeps over me and they close.
I see a burst of blinding white light and then darkness. In the darkness there is silence. The silence consumes me, it is deafening. Is subsides and a low hum can be heard very far inside. A red glow begins to form out of the darkness and as it grows brighter and brighter the hum grows louder and louder until at last there is nothing but red and the sound is not a hum but the blessed OM from within. And I feel my genitals warm and a spin begins to grow there and I am red. And the spin cycles up into my groin and the red fades into orange. The tingle of orange invades me and I am orange. Whirling up my spine, energizing every bodily sense the orange fades into yellow as it reaches my solar plexus and I feel the heat in my stomach and I am yellow. Swirling round and round the climb continues into my chest and yellow fades into green, the green of my mother, and my chest breathes like ice and I am green. Slipping past my lungs, cycling faster and faster the twirl reaches my throat and green turns to blue. Blue encompasses me and I am blue. My whole body shakes as the energy climbs still further up into my brain, into my third eye and blue fades into violet; bright, vivid, succulent violet and I am violet. My body hums with rainbow delight and as the circulation reaches my crown a burst white light explodes, my body quakes and trembles in the glow of my own light and I am white. The white dyes down into a whispy mist and I can feel that mist upon my face and I am glowing and in tune and I am OM.
The white dyes down into a whispy mist and I can feel that mist upon my face and I am glowing and in tune and I am OM. Out of the OM comes the whisper of words and with its final syllable my eyes open, all three sensitive to the bright light of day. After a few blinks I notice a butterfly float past me, so I climb down from the Buddha’s lap, face him, place prayerful hands on my forehead, then lips and finally heart as I thank him and scuttle off to follow the butterfly.
It flutters near a bush of lavender, resting on one of its flowers. I gaze at it, appreciating its vibrant colors and simple form of beauty and smile on the inside as well as the out. I watch in awe as it flutters up and over a wall of green jasmine leaves with not one white blossom in sight. I approach the wall and its leaves twitch as it asks me on the breath of the wind, “What’s the magick word?”
I draw a blank and then I remember the whispered words held in the OM.
“I AM.”
The green wall blooms with white fragrant flowers baring the seductive scent of jasmine and a door opens and I enter beyond its boundary.
Giant junipers encircle a beautifully manicured Zen garden. Its maze leads to the center where there rests a pond made of dark water and stone. I make my way through the maze effortlessly and thoughtlessly as if I had already run it a million times before… it is the labyrinth of my life. Defeating the web I draw near the water and see in its reflection that which is the crone of my own self, old and wise carrying death in her left hand and rebirth in her right.
I step into the dark cool waters of the crone’s cauldron pond, immersing myself, accepting and beholding the darkness that brings light and I am unafraid for I know… I AM. There is a force under the water that holds me under the surface but I trust it and the water enters my lungs and all sense of logic falls, I trust and I breathe freely the dark water like air and with this acceptance I am released. I dive through the top of the pond and the water ejects from my lungs and air once again rules.
It just flowed from me and is still a work in progress but I would love to share it and get feed back. I can see one day doing some illustrations for it and maybe putting a lil book together! WOO HOO! =D>
t makes me very happy to have it appreciated. 
Most of my writer frineds are normies, they just don't get it. 
It's actaully very complex, 
Kinda a bummer but hey! 
