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Sunday, January 3, 2016

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Reason freezes
As I breathe in Death’s desolation.
I’m standing at the end of the future,
All of the past shrouded in the present.
The universes shatter into a gazillion pieces of Nothing,
Undifferentiated and free.
For the first time, Wholeness finds enough space to present itself.
All progressions and regressions condense into Singularity.

The Source,
Unclogged, finally breathes again its still-breath
And smiles with satisfaction,
Undisturbed, unchanged.

Another unbound eternity comes to Completion.
And a new one begins.

Another run of time’s tortured tick.

The Old-Master finds form again,
His spirit dances
As his heart hums his old song again.
His shadows fly,
Coloring all quarters with splashes of density.
His mad hair spread like black fire,
Messenger serpents
That slither to all corners of the new born emptiness
Planting seeds of the Soul wherever they burrow.
His flesh dissolves and fertilizes Ether with enriching lifeness.
His blood gushes, filling up rivers that flood galaxies.
His mind is lost,
Ecstatic,
Filling the cosmos with wonders is its only fixation.
Thus he swirls,
Going round and round and round…
Spirals become Nature,
Dizziness becomes Consciousness,
Exertion becomes Suffering,
Rhythm becomes Syntax.
He comes alive in everything
And Everything happens once again
Just like it always has.

Existence is but an expression,
The artist, a madman with a recurring dream.

4 comments:

  1. Oh my god!
    you return with a bang

    "Dizziness becomes Consciousness,
    Exertion becomes Suffering,
    Rhythm becomes Syntax.
    He comes alive in everything
    And Everything happens once again
    Just like it always has."

    just too intense.

    The artist, a madman with a 'recurring' dream...
    *smiles*

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  2. life-artist-madman-dream yeah, i think you may have a point here *grin* can't take it too seriously...

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    1. Take it seriously? I sure as hell hope not! That's why i choose to discard all reasoning.. :)

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