TRUE STORY (From Zenetics)

True Story:

In the proprioception of the aeons

given to the disentanglement of a fever’s pitch

near the frenzy of allusion and illusion given to a new dimension of insight

the administration of nuance dedicated to eternality

I lept into the cosmic void

a phenomenological leap into emptiness itself.

The archive of the reason to infinite seasons

garnishes the overlap of eternal time

with the telescoping of a telemetric dissociation

and it’s apportioned teleometry

the size of galaxies

breathing.

The emerald night sky

fabricated of the conjecture of perpetual elliptic twilight

endearing

the encrusted froth upon which consciousness grows like a vital being.

I would not emerge lightly into that dark night of the soul

No

not in this epigenesis of fermentation’s vintage

formed of the extemporaneous certainties

of an expiating cosmogony.

Night is dissimilar to day in only titular fashion

not because there is no context in which day is not a phase of appearances

but because night is the universal characterization of absence in analogical form

of our most direct connection to influence.

IN Truth it is a balance of night and day that creates the seasons

but few talk about this

Contingent to absolved disencroachment

we pirates of the absconded instant

take the liberation of the moment and form of it a bondkeep

through which advisorial retort is conscripted from the emergence of the atomic.

I was terrified when I heard of Nagasaki and Hiroshima

I know that they happened three days apart

I know it likely curtailed bloodshed, but I know too it was an evil tactic

and I for none

do not trust humankind without some reciprocal necessity

somehow qualified of humanity.

I see this world as a tactician would, I suppose.

I just think of infinity

taking its time to appropriate a lot of learning

the humanity of it

its manifestation

for a huge purpose.

I think that way sometime… at scales of magnitude

I just lay down and think of looking further and further away

till I am the size of galaxies, and I tell my problems you’re not so big.

And I feel bliss, or something, yeah, something amazing.

I consider this “Pulse” meditation

because it looks at the flow of scale as if I can see the connections between all of these domains

but in truth I cannot.

I wish I could.

I feel a connection to the void

if you will

Samsara incarnate

… some of the dharma you might say.

Sum of all dharmas

I’m a bridge

like everyone to everyone

but not to everything substantial.

No

for that you need something

something grander than yourself…

Listens for the pulse of the cosmos.

Can you hear it?

It’s there…

I went and saw Cirque du Soliel

I was mesmerized- that term is named after this guy Franz Anton Mesmer who used to hypnotize people.

True Story.