Sound,
motion,
constant collisions creating that which never existed.
Such,
is a second.
Oh,
be that the second which created mine.
This second,
that shall be,
till seconds die.
Till,
the absence of time.
For,
within the abyss,
be there my bliss.
My nothingness.
That which,
forever exist as my,
consciousness.
For,
within such,
be there this,
corporeal entity.
This entity formed by the creation of innate energy.
Energy constantly cultivated by,
an anomalistic being.
A being,
which shall continuously seek to,
be.
For,
be there no body,
which shall seek to matter.
No mind,
tethered to that of a singular kind.
Be there,
only energy absent the ability to be defined.
To exist,
within the confines of a humans life.
For,
one's soul,
shall seek the simplicity of,
wholeness.
Shall be,
that which one forms,
absent external opponents.
For,
if one seeks,
that of an external existence.
If,
one seeks to be a being,
only by external means.
Then,
indeed,
one shall never be.
Never exist as pure energy.
The simplicity of being,
innate.
Of being so natural,
one indeed,
shall always be.
For,
one exist as the sun,
the rain.
One exist as grass,
every blade.
One exist,
as,
shade.
For,
to be natural,
is to truly be,
everything...
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