Altered States Submission


I’ve put together a submission for Wierd Magazine…And I’m surprised by just how much it’s evolved. It started with a simple thought; the second to last line of the piece below…I was thinking about meditation, breathing, and the interconnectedness of everything through the breath, and that was as far as I got mulling over at work today. Today was very un-Texas like weather; cold, wet snow inundated everything and we had a snow day off from work; just can’t chainsaw in 30 degree weather in wet slush! Nor think about writing, really…

So James from work and I ended up grabbing a bite at the Asian restaurant near AYW for a bit…Then I showed him a new pet store on South 1st where he picked up some new guppies for his tank. Whereupon I returned home and (after a rousing (series of) game of Dota) I immediately put my nose to the grindstone and began this submission, as I told Jason I would.

So yea, here’s what I’ve got. The column it’s for is "Altered States," for "Wierd Magazine." I think it fits the bill:

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Fade from this perceived world.

 

Black stillness beckons to my troubled ego. But the mind is dissatisfied.

 

A cACOPHONY of idCOLDeas sets mE awash in a conceptualBORED undertow; the mind’s own orchesPAINtra threatFOODening to break my tempo. OBSERVing, without entanglement, the symphony subsides. The current abates.

 

Peace reigns once more. Centered, nostrils flare.

 

Inhalation. Cold air saturates my blood, particles added to the form of my body. Exhalation. Warm molecules of Self enter the stream of the greater world, winds of change creating karmic ripples throughout reality. With each breath, I am made anew.

 

With each breath, I embrace the Cosmos.

 

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