The breath and heartbeat,
Biological rhythms.
Sounds and light,
Cosmic continuums.
Vision becomes peripheral,
Sensations blended.
No analysis is needed,
When information becomes nonlinear.
Everything hits you in an instant
After instant,
After instant,
Undefined,
No label needed,
No identification.
This is how things are for everyone,
Before we attribute them meaning,
Which ironically, has no meaning,
Aside from organizing our cluttered minds.
So, tell me how you feel,
With your mouth closed,
And your mind open,
While we both look at the moon.
We are not dissociating,
We are synching.
Biological rhythms.
Sounds and light,
Cosmic continuums.
Vision becomes peripheral,
Sensations blended.
No analysis is needed,
When information becomes nonlinear.
Everything hits you in an instant
After instant,
After instant,
Undefined,
No label needed,
No identification.
This is how things are for everyone,
Before we attribute them meaning,
Which ironically, has no meaning,
Aside from organizing our cluttered minds.
So, tell me how you feel,
With your mouth closed,
And your mind open,
While we both look at the moon.
We are not dissociating,
We are synching.
