The repulsion of fields
grows in the same rhythmed
fashion
as the steady collapsing
of my ego; falling
in upon itself -
in
always in -
drawing all matter in
upon the wake of its
own collapsing.
A similar opposition
of the repulsion of
grows in the same rhythmed
fashion
as the steady collapsing
of my ego; falling
in upon itself -
in
always in -
drawing all matter in
upon the wake of its
own collapsing.
A similar opposition
of the repulsion of
all fields.
Behind the apparent solidity,
Behind the apparent solidity,
of all we hold so dear,
is the thundering emptiness
of nothingness.
No government,
no stock exchange,
no religion,
no science.
Only a mass of
infinitely invisible
vibrating strings
is the thundering emptiness
of nothingness.
No government,
no stock exchange,
no religion,
no science.
Only a mass of
infinitely invisible
vibrating strings
that sing softly -
just enough to entice
each other into
illusory resonance.
We know it to be so;
because it seems so.
just enough to entice
each other into
illusory resonance.
We know it to be so;
because it seems so.
And, thus we build
a world; look
through
the imagined
window of the mind
and find what
we have slowly
woven into
truth.
A nautilus
knows something
of its
wholeness throughout;
even from its
innermost chamber.
The ripples
on the pond
somehow share
the
tale of their
beginning
with the
first-fall of
the pebble on
the stillness.
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