A poetic gateway into the philosophy of harmonic awakening
We enter this plane innocent and pure,
as the mosh pit of manifestation entangles the soul,
we forget that of which we came; by design so we claim.
The journey faced is multi-spacial,
not gender not even racial.
Through the spindles of time, we're sure to find,
the answers have never been far behind.
my body projects upward, I’m no longer asleep;
what is real and what is dreamed fuse in me.
An uncanny feeling riddles my bones,
as I brush the sweat the feeling grows.
The meaning claws at my circuits,
only to blow fuses and grow confusion.
Visions appear, as if holding up a mirror;
suddenly everything is clear.
It began with an inhale,
the exhale poured vibrations across the cosmos.
Cupping infinity omnidirectionally,
the source of all tension begins to create.
Resonance sculpts the universes,
galaxies spiral into perfection—
man takes his first breath.
Such words expand desire, while others hinder it.
To know the difference is to be the one;
for the souls under the sun speak in a different tongue.
Time created this barrier, it rests upon us to remember
for the key to unity, lies in the embers.
As words dwindle in space, resonance takes its place
Those who gain access are damned and doomed alike
For the mortal soul created language as a personal strike.
As truth embeds the mind, the body feels divine
The lips remain sealed, for the ears of wisdom are not here.
Observing a world in dismay, crippled by the things one could say.
They continue inward as the noise begins to fade.
Reunited with silence, they forget the noise and violence.
To feel the power within, is to be united with him.