Tap Dancing on the Moon

Holotropic

Weltschmerz,
Mono no aware,
Lacrimae rerum,
Sehnsucht,
World-weariness,
Collective unconsciousness,
Overwhelming empathy,
All-pervasive pain,
Wishing for something more than this temporal life can offer,
Wishing to reach a higher plane.

So I get drunk on dreaming,
To irrigate my soul, dreamful.
When I close my eyes,
It's as if a third eye opens.
Through a clean, clear casement,
I can see the pleroma,
I can taste athanasia.
Love fits like a glove.
Silvery strands of stars, like streamers, surround me.
I pass into the prismatic palace of the meditative mind,
Transcending transience.

Every cell swells, penetrated by primordial love.
Ethereal empyreal energy enters me.
Husked of chronic, chthonic pains,
I may experience the exaltation of exuviation.
I am breathed life into, anew,
Holotropic.