My Bubble

My Bubble; An Awakening
Allergic to our world of senses, his  eyes dance piquantly around the room,
while anticipation brews unceasingly as he waits for his new acquaintances to arrive- with bright colored flowers, little anthropoids and such, leaves of pine, shells and sand from the beach and maybe even a four leaf clover!  Knowing he will have to resist relinquishing his protective bubble- seeing these intangibles and listening to the people narrate their stories would be enough to make this boy’s voice warble in foreboding frenzy.

As a Teenage Girl:
Eyelids flicker & open wide, frozen in a fixed stare as the image of the boy in the bubble
dilutes from my consciousness. 
I feel like that boy in the bubble. Withal, the earth is my comfort, my joy, my freedom-
while megalomaniac autocrats & institutions, my nemesis, my allergen; the reason for my bubble.
So much motion & noise everywhere- here as I sit upon the park bench, waiting...
A boy on a bike; a dog chasing a ball; a mother shouting to her daughter to stay in sight.
But I just stare into the nothingness, like a black hole, my world, the abyss.
Eyes glaze over, inhaled allergens again, a long heavy exhale and release of pheromones leak through me as a gorgeous young man crosses my path with a heavy gaze, fixed on me.
Was that wink really for me?
A pigeon catches the break in the wind,
flies by my line of vision, causing me to blink back into reality.

As a Young Lady:

Everywhere I go, my bubble contains me.
In stagnant water, it's difficult for fish to breathe.
The real world is a lie-
masked in a bitter disguise.
My eyes open, & for a moment, all the
children's playful giggles... pigeons flapping.. . couples chatting...
All the sounds of the park blend together as I sit on the park bench and reflect.
All is love, not concerned with the temperature or the weather-
like a symphony in August, but I just can’t let go of all the hurt, pain & world atrocities. 

As a Middle Aged Woman:

As I sit on a rock by the river,
I close my eyes again, trying to picture a world free from agony...
but visions disengage from rapid firing synapses
to a couple bickering, something about money...
moving at a pace so fast it makes me shudder.
If it wasn't for the sound of their feet brushing on the pavement quietly,
I would have thought they were both running around wildly!
When truths, as such, are exposed, my bubble gets bigger... and bigger... distant from mankind.
A rumble in my tummy echoes through my mind, I wake, knowing what I've left behind.
Slowly, mindfully, I let my feet slide into the cool flowing water.
Coherent thoughts drizzle out of my head like melting icicles.
Like a preserved can of beans, I am protected, by what, I am not sure
All I know is that my bubble is fading.
All I need is the fresh air to breathe, breathe, breathe...

As a Woman of Wisdom and Age:

As I drift back into our human dimension, I am brought back to harmony-
with the source sustaining me with love, divinity, strength, creativity!
Aware I can go back to that refuge in my head,
just the source and I, breathing in the life force,
now I know what to do when I drift off course- BREATH!
Suddenly, there is nothing to erase & nothing to need.
Sitting on this cold metallic park bench, who knows how long...?
The muscles in my back, neck & knees hurt me and
backbone strains to remain straight on stiffening shoulders.
I can almost feel the waffle imprints forming on my skin.

So I picture the memories of those lost and forgotten, found, and living in peace and joy.
I picture the ignorant flock, awakened, reaching out and planting seeds.
I picture the crowd who turns the blind eye, blissful and true, helping everyone they possibly can turn their life around, living happy, productive lives all year round.
I picture those responsible for so much chaos and destruction, facing their fears, changing their ways & enjoying a new life of freedom from guilt, agony and despair.

Then, as I take another deep breath and exhale,
I picture myself-
Projecting images, I see myself spreading source energy throughout the rest of my lifetime.
Thought waves travel quickly where karma turns darkness into light!
I picture myself-
Living to my full spiritual potential; exploring truths, traveling the globe, sharing hope and of course-
making dreams come true!

Just then, something amazing happens!
So alive, smile plastered from ear to ear,
body alert, relaxed, mind clear
and sharp as a tack, fear gone...

the miracle happens...

I take a slow, deep breath and the bubble surrounding me finally pops and I am free!


Published by: Niss Bliss777

I am an enthusiastic daughter of God before anything! I serve as a literacy consultant, an Adult ESL teacher, a creative writing enthusiast, and a happy mommy ! Aside from being a better mom by challenging myself to take the time to work with her on kindergarten reading & math goals, including participating in some of her very imaginative play games, my goal has also been to write a couple blogs a week. I am trying to stay connected to the world in a spiritual, educational and hopefully inspirational way to bring joy to other blog readers! Not to mention a nice break up in the monotony of everyday mom life.

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