Projecting

I get in my body sometimes
and I project
but who doesn’t
life is always full of emotional projection
it’s easier
rather you feel what I can’t come out and say
or easily explain
so I don’t feel it alone
so I don’t feel I’m alone
but sometimes I leave my body
my spirit taking off like a rocket
astrally climbing out of its vessel
into the landscape of the cosmos
and I travel,
I travel the realm of energies
I sail the waves of vibrations
I explore the colors of consciousness and frequencies
and I feel like superman, a cloud, and a blanket all in one
seeing everything
feeling everything
voyaging wonder
discovering the atmosphere of knowing
embracing the connection of all,
invigorated and completed by the massive oneness
I never felt so whole and seen so much
it’s overwhelming to the senses
but feels magnetic
I see loose diamonds and opals
bodies are abstract swaths of flowing matter
like aurora skies
the universe is like a large canvass
and its souls are the paints
black crimson and light blue
with swaths of burgundy, maroon, magenta, and indigo
shimmers of emerald green, flakes of gold, and with a thin glowing shield of platinum-like whiteness
marveling at perfect formlessness
faces and bodies in their convention sense, do not exist
but I know them, I know you
I can feel you, I can feel your name
I can feel your identity
can you feel me?
can you tell?
can you see or feel the light?
can you feel my energy?
has my name reached your conscious and caused you to think of me?
I’m outside myself, I’m free
and I don’t wanna go back
I’m projecting