Echoes from the Astral Plane

Beyond the veil of mortal sight,
Where consciousness takes astral flight,
A realm of thought and pure sensation,
Beckons with cosmic invitation.

Vibrations hum in spectral hues,
As travelers drift through etheric dews,
Their silver cords, a lifeline tether,
To bodies left in realms beneath here.

Shapes shift and morph in fluid dance,
Defying logic, time, and chance,
While whispers of forgotten lore,
Echo from some distant shore.

Here, thoughts bloom like nebulae,
Ideas spark and float free,
Memories of lives long past,
Swirl in currents unsurpassed.

Guides and guardians, luminous beings,
Reveal the cosmos’ hidden meanings,
Their wisdom flows in streams of light,
Illuminating astral night.

Akashic records, infinite scrolls,
Unfurl the stories of all souls,
Each life a thread in tapestry vast,
Of future, present, and the past.

Dream-walkers and the newly dead,
Cross paths where dimensions spread,
Exchanging glances, brief and fleeting,
In this place of timeless meeting.

Celestial music, spheres in tune,
Resound from distant astral moon,
Harmonies beyond earthly ear,
Bring transcendental beauty near.

Yet as dawn breaks in mundane realm,
And consciousness retakes the helm,
These astral echoes start to fade,
Like phantoms in a cosmic glade.

But in the quiet of the mind,
Those who listen still may find,
Whispers from that plane so far,
Reminding us of what we are:

Eternal spirits, brief embodied,
In flesh and bone temporarily shrouded,
Ever connected to the whole,
Through astral echoes of the soul.