I haven’t been to the other side yet.

There’s no knowing

just feeling

just sensing in a moment to a moment, by a notion of a passing moment.

A passion drives on

beneath the waves of the crash

of the bang and the ping and the

                SLAM!

                        …there it is again.

And it waits for no one, but it thrashes in spite

wishing to be fought for

and thought of.

Felt

         seen

                   heard.

A hand reaches to my heart.

Electro currents of fiery change-waves

upheaving and churning the swell of the currents

the water and air around me

the unexpected gentle and suddenly

being brought back to the reality

The kicking, the screaming

still inside me

being boiled and bustled by that hand.

Those Divine fingers

playing in the air like a song

of ice, fire and water

changing the state of my outward sustenance

so that I learn to breathe

             new air.

I could never have asked for this

I would never have asked for this.

Not if I didn’t somehow know

somewhere inside the inside

That I was

             born for this

                               borne by this

                                               and reborn

to discover, rediscover, forget and then remember

              maybe somehow

             there is always love.