Warping

What it's like to have a spiritual awakening.

A remembrance unclear
of timeless warping here
just yesterday,
just today,
and ten thousand years ago.
From deepest space
made of air and magic
coming to matter
here.

Here,
where all of everything
collapses together.
All is different,
and all is the same.
Occurrences
with time and circumstance attached
Feed us and drive us around.
They go and stop and start again,
and it all radiates.

I recall
light flashed fast,
and a sound of white
hummed into a dense voice
which lifted and carried me here,
laid me down, closed my eyes,
and clapped so loud I forgot.
It was supposed to deafen me,
but I still hear the hum.