When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…

Dimethyltryptamine: the utopian spiral


Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes    
You are there    
                         dressed in a black that turns purple    

DMT flows freely    

The firebird passes by
A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both
you vanish     leaving a floating tear      (sad cheshire-cat’s grin)

She falls down a never-ending spiral
                              –it curves in all directions
Down and up she falls
until she finds a fifth dimension

Stravinsky slows down the music

The spiral is flat now
it expands like soft sand in a desert
   Where’s the mirror?

She faints under the roof of a majestic tent
with floating curtains and dry fruit
She is not hungry, she is not thirsty
She just wants to disappear in a long     silent dream

Blackbird wings cover her eyes

Soft music surrounds her shadow
She sheds warm tears and a handful of emptiness
Until the firebird comes back
                              burns the tent

111 moments

She opens her eyes to a roofless sky
Silver clouds melt into a mirror
She reflects few changes and the idea of a smile

You are not you anymore
You are a rare feeling of harmony
So easy to be with
so normal yet unknown

The questions are there
Soft silence in delicate smiles
Limits bounded by known baggage

Ambivalent times



_____Adriana Citlali

Anthony Desmond invites us to take a psychedelic trip today at dVerse: Poetics on DMT. I took mine with a doses of The Firebird by Stravinsky:


Author: Adriana Citlali Ramírez

A citizen of the world, born in Mexico city... A physicist (working as a geophysicist) and a part-time artist (creative writing, oil/acrylic painting, photography)… All posts, visual art, and poems ©Adriana Citlali Ramírez. All rights reserved.

7 thoughts on “Dimethyltryptamine: the utopian spiral

  1. ouch… when she finally reaches the 5th dimension, I bet she’s gonna be pretty bruised up… smiles. I like how it moves from the roughness of the stairs to smoothness of sand… feeling unknown, yet, normal… nice

  2. ha what a cool trip…the surreal…the flaming bird…the descent…mixed with the precision of the 111 moments and becoming that rare feeling of harmony as well…i feel a bit of rebirth there in the end too…

  3. This is so like dreaming…the ever-changing images, and the combination of tears mixed in with peace and harmony…very creative, Adriana.

  4. Wow, what ride that was. So much action and opposing elements. I really related to this kind of dream from my own dream life.

  5. Such is the Firebird.. When I go to concerts I sometime fly away dreaming on the sea of strings. I once recall listening to the firebird while steering a boat through high waves.. But it became to scary… So we had to return to port.

  6. Beautiful imagery, Adriana. I felt the fall and a gentle landing. And mystery.

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