Singularity

 

Emerald beads dripping,

Like tears,

salted and purifying.

 

 

The intellectual sweat

Gathering almost-revelations,

At every fold of my skin.

 

 

The fleshed body,

Covering the pulsating pursuit

Of a billion atoms

Frantically discovering themselves,

In lightening division and frenzy.

 

 

The insatiable desire,

for source.

 

 

All of the explosions of the multiverse

Are occurring within this vessel.

 

 

Fractals of the great vision,

Feed me in perspiration.

 

 

The sweat of the choice.

Why does it bother me so?

 

 

The infinite possibility for self.

The infinite.

 

 

Overwhelmed in the oscillation,

Spiralling.

 

 

Every sea is a season,

Every path a curiosity,

Every pursuit a pleasure.

 

 

Yet within every action is inaction,

Within every strive is a settling desire,

To simply be.

 

To emanate.

 

To simplify

 

To

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"Go back to center! If you can find tools to help you go back to center, go back to singularity, go back to that point, that connection with the world. And it might take you sitting in nature for like weeks […] or it might take you like whatever is necessary, doing yoga and quitting your job and you know like getting everybody out of your life for a while so that you can go back to your sense of yourself. But meditation every day is a really good way to do it, because that helps you turn your senses inward and go toward the center, go toward your connection with yourself. Whatever you have to do, this is the time that you need to do it." - Nassim Haramein

 


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