A timeless ball of consciousness,
adrift in a transcendental ocean,
which slopes higher and higher,
like unattainable peaks forever growing.

Neither numbers, nor words exist here.
It's pure ether vibrating with the
silence of the Universe,
I float as infinite dust particles
in the comfortable river of nothingness.
Am I here or not, is a wrong question.
I am nothing, but energy driven by a thirst
for that elusive cosmic smile;
a validation of my selfish thirst.
I toil like an Ant, as God's mason,
free like Palestine. At peace like the Buddha.
Material like an Atheist. Spiritual like Jesus.
Surrendered like a Muslim.
In rhythm with the Universe's sigh like a Hindu.
There are no roads to travel, nor miles to go.
There are no paths to undertake, nor tasks to do.
There are no spaces to conquer, nor worlds to win.
It is just me to flood with light,
I am the journey, it is Me to be won.
I am the journey, it is Me to be won.
Image from here.
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