Liminal

In between places

A place between spaces with an uncomfortable tension permeating the air

Close your eyes to see between places

The awareness drifts from the gazed of the eyes, the echos of the ears

Freedom from the senses emerges from a vast nothingness

Hear on three levels while others fail to hear on one, lost in the noise

Someone shouts some words, but they say so much more

"Yeah right!" they shout

Their voice shouts out their disregard for what has been said

Confusion takes their emotions

A vaguely unsettled curiosity begetting confusion

It has so much meaning to them, as it lands in their perceptions

It doesn't fit with their mask, but they still understand what was said

Who am I experiencing these sounds, emotions, impressions

Am I the experiencer or the creator of these echos

Neither I stand in the liminal space

The awareness thickens to embrace both the experiences and the creator

Little lights begin to plague the eyes distracting from the mundane

Distortion sets in along with nausea as you move

Waking up and letting go

Entering the liminal space