Time
It's early summer morning.
Not born.
The birds are not singing yet.
Deep slumber breathes through my covered eyelids.
A bodily perceived state of mind.
I can sleep.
And I know it.
I'm snuggling between sleep and wakefulness.
Hanging on a lace of consciousness.
Someone reminds me that I am.
Just watching myself with no force.
I might get lost from time to time.
No problem with that.
Sleep is when you truly surrender to your exhaustion.
Burden of life in full actuality.
A soft sound of silence in the body.
Blood in me is murmuring.
Together with the distant sea.
When you resonate like that.
Do nothing.
Attention is rising by itself.
The waves breathe in a distinctive rhythm.
Pulsation permeates everything.
It was always this way.
But it can be forgotten.
I fall deeper into temple.
Not losing connection with consciousness.
Fully lucid.
Knowing that I know.
Symphony of music emerges between the notes.
A fundament of harmony.
Colorful scenes perceived with closed eyes.
My spine is starting to burn.
Now and then I get struck by lightning.
Reaching unknown.
Falling over, afraid of dying.
What can be done?
Be fully available.
Wavy symmetrical patterns experienced.
Alive projection on theater curtain.
My sensing is falling apart.
Complex is getting simpler and simpler.
Symmetrically unified.
Colorful beauty with painful intensity.
My living mandala.
I am staying unmoved.
The necessity is touching the neck.
I can still stop.
Foreshadowing of my death.
The remnants of perceptions are decomposed in.
Fly through targets and centers of gravity.
Point of no return.
Decision.
Lie down into the blanket with full surrender.
Process escalates to cosmic intensity.
Nobody is in the way.
Consciousness is speeding.
The sound of silence grows to deafening proportions.
I - vibrates in changing amplitude.
I - bouncing like a pimping ball between the plates.
It shines and crashes against each other.
Enormous speed and power.
A ticking is tiny.
Concentrated energy.
The thundering blast enwraps it all.
Explosion of Being.
Silence and Dark.
Everywhere - Time only.
Pure form of Here and Now.
Where is no light.
I roped down there by a lace of consciousness.
Now with vast intensity.
Boundless depth in the Darkness.
Dust you are and to dust you return.
Vibration of particles - the basis of life.
Waves and lines.
The bits get organized.
Space will be born.
Here and Everywhere.
Man's universe - is still asleep.
Omnipotence - till anything can happen.
Touch the sea with your finger.
Sacred Source in experience
Wake up.
Note:
On April 6, 1922, in Paris, Albert Einstein and Henri Bergson publicly debated the nature of time. Albert Einstein said that this Time is not. This is not so. (The Physicist and the Philosopher: Einstein, Bergson, and the Debate That Changed Our Understanding of Time,
Jimena Canales.)