stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 9, 2006
- Messages
- 723
Multiplex of perspective
Each perspective morphs when interpreted
Complexity intertwining from the root of being
Nothing is something
Something is nothing
Paradox bursts from the seams of a line
Unraveling at light speed
Speed meets unbridled acceleration
A line bent into an infinite circle
Never began nor ended
Always splendid
The way the mind bended
It sent me to the stars
I removed the bars from my window pane
I left the prison of pain
I certainly didn’t reach resolve by becoming sane
I threw away memory lane
I embraced the infinite moment
The past gives way to present and flowers to the future of now
Each petal melting away to the novelty of a cycle anew
Hurdling towards infinite singularities
Analog and digital
Display the polarity in between a meshing of duality
A tapestry woven in an identitylessness web of Order
Dew glistens displaying its transparency of clarity
A rung of flowing form a web observed with the omnisentient eye
Sung by the melody of the infinite multiplex of universes
Infinite exfoliation of the faberge egg releasing a tapestry woven with utmost care
That had no idea of despair
No creator, no imitator
The kosmos birthed to revel in the unexplainable beauty of nothingness
Each perspective morphs when interpreted
Complexity intertwining from the root of being
Nothing is something
Something is nothing
Paradox bursts from the seams of a line
Unraveling at light speed
Speed meets unbridled acceleration
A line bent into an infinite circle
Never began nor ended
Always splendid
The way the mind bended
It sent me to the stars
I removed the bars from my window pane
I left the prison of pain
I certainly didn’t reach resolve by becoming sane
I threw away memory lane
I embraced the infinite moment
The past gives way to present and flowers to the future of now
Each petal melting away to the novelty of a cycle anew
Hurdling towards infinite singularities
Analog and digital
Display the polarity in between a meshing of duality
A tapestry woven in an identitylessness web of Order
Dew glistens displaying its transparency of clarity
A rung of flowing form a web observed with the omnisentient eye
Sung by the melody of the infinite multiplex of universes
Infinite exfoliation of the faberge egg releasing a tapestry woven with utmost care
That had no idea of despair
No creator, no imitator
The kosmos birthed to revel in the unexplainable beauty of nothingness