Sea, sand and windless air is what surrounded me when my soul slipped into the great abyss of cosmic consciousness.
A paralyzing electrocution from within was followed by a serenity that I wished for everyone.
The essence of time unending; stillness howling in the empty solitude as wind I once knew.
The lifeless, orange sea of forevermore, shedding no tide.
Waves lapping at my longing to have never been born.
A slight whisper I dared make while standing at the left hand of God—
“What is eternity without those who have not gathered fruit?”
“What is Eternal Fruit?”
“Prayers of thanksgiving planted in solitude.”
“But they don’t know. I must return to show them.”
“How,” He prayed.