To exist in time and space, is nothing, but a fracture in the material of reality.
Euphoria and sorrow coexist, creating a constant cycle of paradoxical emotions that swing back and forth between highs and lows.
Inevitably one stumbles upon the realisation; something new is on the horizon.
The mind starts playing a wicked game of cause and effect that veers between the mental and physical realms of existence.
From the skin, the touch’s sensation travels straight to the center of the bone. The palm resting on the chest has been imprinted into the psyche. A labyrinth of irises opens the door to the seas and starry heavens with a glimpse.
A humming steadiness resulted from sadness and joy, pain and relief, all nestling in at the same time, halting the emotional imbalance.
A white and black swan emerged and began to caress the water’s mirror-like surface. Their heads were gently resting on one another while their bodies were intertwined.
A planet in flames gasped for air for the first time as the tremors of the world subsided.
Gaining so much and yet beginning to lose it all generates a whirlpool of brightness and grief that hums quietly. The setting isn’t harmful. It embraces me and rocks me to sleep as I disintegrate; it is made of glistening light.
Everything is present here, where opposites are the same, and ultimately peace is the end result.
The swirling shallows, the mind stagnates. Perhaps it’s all just a dream.
