Astral Projection

I close my eyes, rise up, and start climbing
out of the gravity well towards space,
towards the heavens, towards the Goddess,
further up and further in to myself.
(This is a metaphor: we have seen no
deities floating around in vacuum
as we maneuver back and forth from the
moon or satellites and return to Earth.)
(To cross the boundary to the next realm
is also to go deep into oneself;
astral projection is travel without
movement to other more Platonic worlds.)
I see electrical clouds which sizzle
past and through me as I rise and move on;
I pass through organic fractal walls and
thread my way through mazes of carbon seas.
There is a sparkle of starlight in the
deep darkness beyond everything, yet
the stars are already passing by me
as I move towards the source of all things.
(I never quite make it but I always
have to try going forward, upward to
whatever it is that draws me, I must)
So I go on to the light without end.