Transition 14

"Well, my cranium is shattered,
scattered bone across the floor.
I am standing on a threshold,
one I’ve never seen before.

I am in a sphere of colour,
undulating with great peace.
Iridescent, transparent shimmers,
which reveal another piece.

For within this sphere of colour,
exists form of every kind.
A negative of human life,
transposed within my mind.

But not just the world I live in,
the world from the start of time.
Then forward in the future.
This sphere is really most sublime."

You have stepped across a threshold,
that most would fear to do.
But in truth this sphere’s familiar
for none of it is new.

You just have to readjust perception,
keep disbelief at bay.
For you’ve lived within this atmosphere
for many man made days.

These are the halls of learning,
the place where all ideas are formed.
They are the atoms of foundation
from which your Earth was born.

Deep within your memory
this layout it is burned.
For you are now remembering
what you’ve already learned.

But to revisit is an honour,
that few will be ascribed.
So tread carefully as you enter
effect your re-entry as prescribed.