Life After Life

How does a finite mind

explain a mystery

beyond all words?

Ancient elders know the great truth.

Life after life,

there are only new beginnings

Death is easy,

dying is not.

Pain is physical.

Etheric threads tingle as they loosen in preparation

Expand consciousness, 

keen the senses of hearing and sight. 

Severe the silver cord

Depart the vessel

Journey through a tunnel,

in process with nature.

More than our physical body,

Dissolve into bio-rhythmic light and sound.

Travel with thought

See the connection

Understand your existence

Complete and whole

Travel upward on the spiral staircase

Eternal continuity

-Danielle Kaschub

Extraordinary Noise

In a valley on a late summer night,

The live-tribal-space-jam makes us forget our bodies.

The melody carries up

higher,

until wwooOOOWW!

Electrical impulses storm

Ecstatic human bubbles jump up and down

everywhere

like boiling water dancing to evaporate.

A shiver moves through the light being beside me.

From toes to crown,

shimmy elbows and throw head back in exultant euphoria,

scream at the artist creating this heavenly noise.

Thank You.

Sound waves in motion

a matrix of dancing particles.

A web of hallucinated holographic lines.

Glance sideways at two funky friends,

gaze forward to the stage,

nod head with rhythm,

shuffle feet in a hippy jive.

The smile-filled face belongs to a teacher.

- Danielle Kaschub

Waves

Memories sift through a sorter held above a flowing stream

passing through tiny holes in synchronized motion.

Gravity carries the particle through space

until it encounters the water element.

The big shapes stand in the screen

the small ones continue

with the current's abundance.

Thoughts are small waves of quartz,

they may spiral to where ebbs and flows meet the old,

traveled souls.

Dreams are drops of rain

passing by.

One falls past your nose,

another lands on your skin, your hair,

cold seeps into clothes,

they leave Their mark, each one.

Rushing water somersaults over standing waves,

rotating rocks to completion.

Maturing matter.

Maturing mind.

Consciousness is concrete like electricity,

Lighter than rocks

but not the energy rotating around them.

Torsion in the outside.

Torsion on the inside.

- Danielle Kaschub