A kaleidoscope of ancestral memories... Bold habitants of contrary... Hemispheres... Two minds...

Tell of absence or what it is to arrive...

Neither lax imagination, nor Philo of mind...

Bringing forth... Upon an unfurling scroll...

Altering parallels...

Give me a wall of mortar and stone... Surrounding this betrayal... This sin of flesh and sinews...

Lashed and bound with a thousand ropes of nerve and bone...

Hollow logs nurse an inner child through wintry dark nights...

Between twists and gnarls of papery trunks their shadows...

A poignancy of present degrave;jacirc; vu...

Climbing to beguiling illusions...

A shimmer of ambient stillness...

Heldfast...

Fondly embrace...

A place of solace...

High atop turrets, vistas of a Winter Palace...

A tapestry of galaxy... of mirror stars... Within pockets of universe...

As if a misty crystalline lens could reveal a further... a qualitive leap... caressed tenderly by delicate rhabdom of a holon... Passed velvet drapes of cosmic clustered diamonds... To a point beyond the Dark light of void... Before the Observer...

Seeking for Truth and Wisdom...

In its Absolution...

Equivalent concentrated into a lack of clarity... For it always was and forever will be...

Unconditional in its ineffibility...

The Locus of a Point...

A Spark of Light...

The beginning of self...

Oscillations of Primordial feminine whorls... Imprinting us in body and soul...

The security of eternal beatitude...

As Life receivers, not Life itself...

A languid harmony of spheres...

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Allaying feelings of allycolly and malaise...

Teetering on the precipice of Transpersonal states...

Bursting through spheres to the centre...

Standing in Purity & Truth

To Know Thyself...

The universe tends towards disarray...

Stars exploding, planets colliding...

A Fascination of instability...

The quality of self-indulgence...

A stream of consciousness...

Inspiration... Connexion with congestion...

Reality is a flux of interpreted elements...

To perceive all things in their inner purity...

Mental agitation which art combats...

Doctrine of dissociation...

Imposed by a necessity of action...

Step off the ladder altogether...

In freefall to emptiness...

Inside and outside... Eso and Exo... subject and Object... Micro and Macro...

Lose all alternate memory...

No longer looking outward to the world...

No longer looking outward to the cosmos...

Bright, obvious, radiant and clear...

With nothing outside... Nothing inside... Great perfection and unending gesture...

Spontaneously accomplished...

The very Divine shimmers and sparkles... Within every sight and sound...

Thou Art That...

For You Are The Cosmos...

The sun shines not on you...

But from within you...

Within the Grand Patchwork of All Things Present exists a Primordial Point...

Amongst a quantum sea of Light...

An Absolute Truth, from which all creation & knowable reality initiates...

The scintilla being, an archetypal entity...

The blinding light of the Zero Point...

Eso to Exo permeating every atom within our beings, unreceptive to its sight...

The Source of Being, fountain of Life,

Returning to itself, forgetfulness, the state of all things...

Undifferentiated Awareness, a ground of superlative pure light...

A vacuum state of consciousness, devoid of all Awareness...

Meditative quisience, leading to contemplative involution...

A concept of how qualified and frail the Universe is... The want or need to diverge or liberate oneself from it, is believed...

Silence stands for blindly accepting the rules of existence...

Intolerance and intransigence, aspects of man’s corruption...

Some instinctively crave that Cosmic cinema... The Gag-reel theatre... In this void, the blinding kaleidoscopic luminescence of mystery... Our deepest nature arises spontaneously...

Radiating like waves from seas of crescendo... Without separation...

Instantly recognising the unified essence,

Frequencies not perceived... A valid corpearality that is only ever inches away...

Access to transcendental world’s and primordial insight...

Anything imagined...

Manifested into conception....

Producing forms and forms producing vibrations, clearly perceived in abstract visual fields... Up through the toroidal centre...

Colours of an ultra violet white & pink carouseling...

Self-actualizing journey to the centre...

The self is where we find the whole æthyr...

©mistyk

Untangling the phantom thread...

Above the sleeping sentries...

The Triumph of Self, the ultimate expression of democracy...

Karma - step off the wheel, taking conscious action...

Out of the fog brained stupor...

A state of perpetual paralysis

The walking dead, the victim...

Wilful blindness? Or self-delusion?

Philosophy denying knowledge of the Real....

Affirming ignorance of the Apparent...

Critical thinking is now an unnatural act...

No longer seeking truth, but to survive and reproduce...

Rejecting that which conflicts with narrow minded views...

Attacking those with evidence...

Irrationality... To the point of "abaissement de niveau mentale"...

Clouds judgement to the edge of insanity...

Pain distorts reality causing "borderline" psychosis...

So distorted by intense emotion,

Perceiving a living hell, universal hostility... symptomatically...

Chaos is the mirror of humanity...

Reflected & reversed...

Journey toward healing the psyche...

The Labyrinth within, traversed...

A parabola has a single vertex...

Light energy, a field of consciousness, awaiting expression...

In the shape of a U...

Untangling a phantom thread to Universal Truths...

Interlacing circles... Creating from creating...

Beginning ...igniting the darkness...

Emanations of limitless light...

Force of creation emerges in absolute aloneness...

Absolute One...

Witness oneself as the center of All... As Ultimate Truth...

Turning within awakens Deep Unconscious Mind ...

Psychic centres... neural circuits...

Guiding, releasing powers and perceptions, thought fantasy...

Now, the doorway through...

The realisation of our full potential...

Magically... spiritually... practically...

Jesus wept...

Voltaire smiled...

All is not left to a single Prophet...

This Divine act of Miracle...

©misty .

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