Hall of your Inner God

Every hair rises along your arm, fully stretching outward. Becoming as tall as they can just to reach a little further out into the surrounding world- Your very skin bristling with ecstasy, bubbling as every cell pulls outward desperately-no, eagerly shouting “what is happening next! What else can I feel in a world like this??”

Your inner god pounding a jeweled and meticulously dressed golden drum within you, the tempo of your heart and reverberation of yourself outward- your hand shaking as the smile continues to spread across your face of wonder despite your egoistic suppression’s, everything is celebrating now. The tambourine discs dancing along the drum’s ceremonial dress. You ring out the chimes of your breath in accompaniment with the brilliantly deep thuds of this inner gods perfect golden mallets. A perfect orchestration within you so fully rippling outward that life itself must celebrate with you. You are the light show, this feeling-it’s the you you knew you’ve been and could be, are now. Piercing outward through your used and charred armor from within your very self. Steel and iron shredding into ribbon like fragments of mirror blasting and illumining its radiance upon every surface of this hall. Each fragment floating off slowly in every which way from your breastplate. So slowly, immeasurably present. The bits reflecting more and more beautifully as the light joyfully decimates what has been, “Make way” it exudes.

Salty tears crease down into the grooves of the smile, brightly your eyes pulse color, unblinking, focused, wonderous, magnificently curious. Reassess everything. You know you now know you know nothing in the slightest, you’re a brilliant shard of your own. A piece of another breastplate shattering, shining your light upon a larger hall. Another level, another floor. Rise don’t push. Your pace is perfect as you move in time with the golden drum. It’s pace is perfect, there’s no need to look elsewhere, this vibrant interest, this sensation is enough to pull you forward for the rest of everything. Immeasurably present.

The hairs all begin to breathe out. The brimming excitement breathes out. You breathe out, you breathe out more than the air you took in, the inner God smiles as the tempo changes, the halls filling with everything you could ever imagine and haven’t yet. Dancing, singing, playing, blasting their trumpets, their horns and strings, their drums, their ecstasy ringing to the thunderous booms of the mallet strikes upon the magnificent towering golden drum. Perfect timing, perfect timing, perfect timing. Immeasurably present. You’ve arrived, witness it and glow.