There is that place, where all the colors of the rainbow colesque into that one infinite spark of light that extends a single hand of divinity throughout the entire spectrum of cosmic existance and its there, there where one finds the realization that there is no centre..there is nothing to remember and never was anything to forget..everything is valid and in the poetic narrative of the mind blank slates become the playground of the fool-transformed-narratiator..
As the moment unfolds great story becomes ever suspended within the crystal grids of light where no centre is ever found..the heart begins to sing and not one single cell is immune to the song of spin..electrons, protons and neutrons we are..stardust..we are stardust..we are stardust..
Galaxies swirl within universes within the cosmic mind of a single atom as we cry, as we laugh..as we dance..
An ocean in a tear and volcanoe within each breath, we are worlds..we are worlds..
As the moment unfolds great story becomes ever suspended within the crystal grids of light where no centre is ever found..the heart begins to sing and not one single cell is immune to the song of spin..electrons, protons and neutrons we are..stardust..we are stardust..we are stardust..
Galaxies swirl within universes within the cosmic mind of a single atom as we cry, as we laugh..as we dance..
An ocean in a tear and volcanoe within each breath, we are worlds..we are worlds..
