It sounds strange but it feels like I’m accessing my higher consciousness. I’ve begun to notice that when I close my eyes to sleep, my thoughts start to form lines behind my eyelids. In the deep space between sleep and wake I feel them forming effortlessly, like smoke rising from incense, just wafting upwards. They flow beautifully, and I admire their form. It feels as real as typing a document or writing in my journal until I realize the words are floating into the ether, back into my consciousness. I know if I break the meditation, the words may dispel like smoke as well. Like waving a hand through the image, causing it to disappear or change shape. Movement will bring my consciousness fully back to the physical realm. So now I feel a dilemma, how to capture their essence without distorting their beauty? 

With steady mindfulness I do a mental rewind, willing the words to come back to me as they first arrived. It’s rarely an exact replica but I can get close. After memorizing the verses, I reach for my phone, eyes still glazed with sleep and record what I wrote.

I find myself writing songs like this, and other pieces of writing that I probably forget about. This is one such writing, which I’ve received and will send back into the ether. I may not remember I wrote it, but it will exist for a future self of mine to rediscover. Welcome back to the mind of Desire.

I think this is happening because I’ve been spending so much time just letting my thoughts breathe. No media or other distractions, just pure free time to rest or read or simply exist. I’m getting to hear a level of consciousness that was present but ignored during my busier chapters of life. I’m also tapping into wells of creativity that were buried. My dreams be going crazy too. The other day, I was dreaming I was writing a song in real time- I could feel the words forming, free styling but coming out perfectly, line after line and singing the right notes with the right words. It was extremely beautiful, like divine. And as I started to wake up, the words and melody faded. I tried to remember a few of the words, and a bar of the music, but it must not be time for the song yet. The only two words I remember are “artist” and “garden.” Maybe they’re the only two I need for now.