American Artist 1234

I imagine myself on the beaches of serenity. I slip deeper into a comforting coma. Sensations of pleasure from head to toe. My skin is overcome with goose bumps. I listen to the soft sounds that seem to be caressing my ears with orgasmic rhythm. I am truly enlightened at this point of my journey. I am feeling an inspiring contentment towards everything. I am at peace with myself. Pause, take a picture and a slap on the behind. I feel just fine. Birth…
My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the intense light shinning through the clouds of serenity. My eyes gaze across a beautiful hope filled horizon. The colors of inspiration cluster the sky in the form of clouds passing by. I sit back for a bit and I soak in this amazing image. This moment forever burned in my retina. Visions of astonishing acts of love. Mirror images of the symbolic dove. I’m awake!
All of what was is now is all of what is and in front of me is the ocean pounding its fists into the rocks of industry. The wave was about to break, stumble and crash upon itself and what is now the American dream. The water is cleansing and rejuvenating to the dry, crusted sand. I just sit as the sea fills more and more of the land.
Great Utopia of my mind created in place of unfathomable time. Come with me to this magical existence of absolute ecstasy and bliss. Take time to understand this practice of spiritual awareness. The depths of thought are infinite. Place your mind and soul somewhere deep in you subconscious. Push the barriers of reality in this mental world you create. Bring out your inspirations through an in depth meditation. You may have some sort of disbelief that you, yourself can be in this sanctuary of the spirit. You have the abilities to reach this plateau . For example, Imagine a tunnel that goes on forever in a perfect alignment of symmetry. You stand there and look as far as your eye can see. You can see a tiny dot of light at the end of the tunnel. You know not what it is. You only know that this dot has great significance for it is the thing you strive for. The destination that awaits you. As you move closer to this dot it becomes larger in visual perception and it becomes clear and more defined. With every step forward you understand it more and more. The possibilities are endless. You’re the creator of this story. You are the designer of your dot, your light at the end of the tunnel. In my paradise I am the designer. Creation.
I stand up in amazement of my surroundings. Still a little baffled by the brillant beauty that engulfs my awakening. I begin to walk along the shoreline of serenity. Lost thoughts float amongst the seaweed and salt. With each step I become older, and wiser in mind and vessel. My knowledge and experience grows as I wonder around on this stretch of land. Each footstep leaving an impression on the sand, of time. Life.
Now I am moving forward in one direction only to stop and look back when I reach my final resting place amongst the trees. I am filled with tranquil gratification as I lay my head down. I lay down beside a mountain and in between the green. I am an old man now. My beard is long and flowing, brown. I give back everything to the Earth, as my remains decay and add more to this mound. The moss grows over me as if a blanket for my bones. The ants build there castles, and continue to roam. Feeding on my old soul. Building there world, there families, there place to call home. Afterlife.
Emerged with nature I still exist I am not dead. I still survive in spirit, I’m alive. I am one with the universe forever fading into something else.

by Atom Paradissis Copywrite 2009