Escape

The stars are apparent, but they are not our own.

As I push myself deeper into my meditation, I see them clearly. Electric blues and shades of violet shimmering like jewels. I want to be here, I want to be in this place where I am weightless.

I am weightless here. Mists of chaotic power and intent thrust themselves into my mind. Faces, so many faces, foggy and blurred as if their features are unteachable to me. Voices, so many voices, like a gray sunset on a desert cliff. They force images into my head, of binding intolerance, of not belonging.

The fear sets in.

I am pushed back into my thoughts, I know that they are my own now, and not what I was experiencing. I go back. I forgive, and I go back.
The stars are clearer. I am in a clearing. I can understand that much now. The midnight blue skies are accenting the jewelry of this place's night time. I can see rough shapes of tree branches and leaves around me. Am I laying down? Why did I come to this place looking up? I want to be in this place, I want to belong here and make it my home.
Distraction.

Release.

I am back in my house.
I want to be there. I want to be there again.