Psychedelic Singularity - That expanse...

The far away cry, twisting and turning, swaying and beckoning...

Vibration, the cone growing, reaches a crescendo and melts away to nothing.
Silence does have a sound, a reverberating hum of the void.

That sound is anti- sound, of spaces, of gaps in the imperfection of sound, the bends and
boundaries in a note, like the wholeness of a spring, coils of somethings and nothings, locked
in totality for eternity..

Yes, the vibration does exist, the trough and the crest which i can feel, is annihilating to produce silence.
This annihilation has infinite energy. The energy of nothing in substance, subtle waves of dancing energy.

The question( even i forgot, why?) lies with only one thing for further illumination.."Does human thought
have physical mass/energy(say, like light)?". If the answer is no, then it goes to another realm.

Balls of anti- space caused by extreme constriction & overlap of space(infinite space-time sheets).

The sway, silence..................................Aham Brahmasmi(I am that).

I'm Mine

When thoughts come cascading down, stuck in merciless miseries.

Come up, come over, what will ignite you?

You lie awake at night, sleepless while the sun shines, blue eyes that never cry, nightmarish walks.

A cry that will never be heard or felt, a smile that escapes without feeling or reason, lost in the echoes.

Dreams hovering over horizons yonder, floating in empty spaces.

Lying in the rubble, the dusty corners in a bookshelf, or in the meaningless gathering of lost souls.

Where to find the light? I know not. The search will never frutify. It has never begun and so truly can never end.

The rising tide will ebb and never rise again, forbidden by the law of chances, and the spectacle will always be there to behold and condemn.

Eyes will never open, the sound of silence will never be felt & the wind will cease to beat.
I will be the only witness of me.