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Meditation Set #6

Tesselating rhythm of a beating heart, of a bleeding heart;

Lost in the sound within the sound like an echo

that stretches on and on in a cave of infinite beyond.

Imagine passing through that point of the event horizon

where all and nothing stretches so thin existence breaks...

No self can survive in that void - so then, what comes out the other side?


I am flow,


a conduit for the wondrous and impossible beauty of this universe.


You think the chemical bond of your rigid will is the only thing that can keep me together.

But I think maybe its the spaces between the breaks that truly deepens a soul's beauty and power.

Scarred yet shatter-proof I remain... quietly, ferociously here and now.

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