Dimethyltryptamine: the utopian spiral

Posted on By adcitlali

Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes    
You are there    
                         dressed in a black that turns purple    

DMT flows freely    

The firebird passes by
A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both
you vanish     leaving a floating tear      (sad cheshire-cat’s grin)

She falls down a never-ending spiral
                              –it curves in all directions
Down and up she falls
until she finds a fifth dimension

Stravinsky slows down the music

The spiral is flat now
it expands like soft sand in a desert
   Where’s the mirror?

She faints under the roof of a majestic tent
with floating curtains and dry fruit
She is not hungry, she is not thirsty
She just wants to disappear in a long     silent dream

Blackbird wings cover her eyes

Soft music surrounds her shadow
She sheds warm tears and a handful of emptiness
Until the firebird comes back
                              burns the tent

111 moments

She opens her eyes to a roofless sky
Silver clouds melt into a mirror
She reflects few changes and the idea of a smile

You are not you anymore
You are a rare feeling of harmony
So easy to be with
so normal yet unknown

The questions are there
Soft silence in delicate smiles
Limits bounded by known baggage

Ambivalent times

     Metamorphosis

    Fire!

_____Adriana Citlali
XXX-VII-MMXIV



Anthony Desmond invites us to take a psychedelic trip today at dVerse: Poetics on DMT. I took mine with a doses of The Firebird by Stravinsky:


 

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Comments (7)

  1. ouch… when she finally reaches the 5th dimension, I bet she’s gonna be pretty bruised up… smiles. I like how it moves from the roughness of the stairs to smoothness of sand… feeling unknown, yet, normal… nice

  2. ha what a cool trip…the surreal…the flaming bird…the descent…mixed with the precision of the 111 moments and becoming that rare feeling of harmony as well…i feel a bit of rebirth there in the end too…

  3. This is so like dreaming…the ever-changing images, and the combination of tears mixed in with peace and harmony…very creative, Adriana.

  4. Wow, what ride that was. So much action and opposing elements. I really related to this kind of dream from my own dream life.

  5. Such is the Firebird.. When I go to concerts I sometime fly away dreaming on the sea of strings. I once recall listening to the firebird while steering a boat through high waves.. But it became to scary… So we had to return to port.

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