Soul Combustion

I spend a lot of time thinking about the elusive and indescribable force that compels us through our individual lives, the instinct that keeps us convinced there is something more. I'm taken with the mystery of it all.

Why does the entire universe seem like an infinite pattern... like a fractal-ing bridge between the micro and macrocosmic realms of existence? Scientifically... spiritually - how can that be? The absurd and opulent, the dark, the beautiful - what does it all mean?

Soul Combustion

this sense of being a part of something,

of being a part of everything

that ever was

all at once

true connectedness

radiating out, shining down

brimming, flowing, bursting

with painfully perfect beauty

self floating somewhere near

the point at which everywhere

collides with nowhere

infinitely