wisefool

The Uninterrupted Rejoice of a White Hot Mess Throwing Away Its Falseness in the Above and Below
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Both the physical and the psychological worlds that we live in
are merely
perceptions
laid upon
infinitely structured matrices
of polygonal fields of energetic interconnectivity.

Respectively,
electromagnetically-induced forcefields
of microscopic material substances
that we navigate upon
like a kid
in an endless topography of sand;

and,

electromagnetic connections
between the psychic presences created
by our consciousnesses and physical bodies.

A magical interplay of energy and matter that is so infinitely complex; yet, simultaneously, so absolutely subtle.

We exist within a searing,
white-hot
critical point
strung upon a infinite string of pearly, energetic concentrations of matter;
ever-expanding into a web of chaotic,
quantal consciousnesses
that is laid upon
and enlightening
a deeply subtle and dark space-time.

It’s an infinite zoom into a macroscopic mandelbrot set
of spherically symmetric spacetimes saturated
with chaotically dynamic interactions
of microscopically macroscopic quanta
of energy
that attract, repel, interconnect, ionize, and neutralize each other;

The constant propagation of energy
free-falling,
shooting,
zooming,
soaring,
rising,
swelling, and searing
through an infinite web of electro-magnetic nodes;
creating this tidal wave of consciousness that is flooding thru a matrix
of geometrically mirrored omni-gons of perception.

Electrified communication packets
descending
into an infinite plinko-pegboard
connecting, collaborating, and creating
the holographic screen
upon which our kaleidoscope of experiential phenomena is manifested.

Each plinko peg
is a cymbal,
the shamanic drum,
a wind chime,
the bell and gong
that sends endless reverberations
into its surrounding atmosphere.

Yet,
this infinitely compounded mandelbrot multiplex
of physical and psychological phenomena
can be zoomed into or out of
eternally.

This movement creates the perception of time.

A laugh,
An extra blink,
A deep breath,
and a void.

An endless geometrically and semantically slithering
zoom
through this torus tube tunnel of being.

We are the multi-dimensional forms emerging from this cosmic pinscreen of matter.

Winding Cycles of linear loops,
Gravitational spirals of time
pressurizing us,
refining us,
grinding us
down
down
down.

Shedding
and Blood-letting
Molting
and Mourning

Enthralled
by the siren's call
Hypnotized
by the horizon's eyes
Mesmerized
by mandala's guise. . .

Still, Calm, and Silent. . ..
Hovering in unspecific directions,
witnesses,
being showered by the cosmos with chaos.

Patiently Awaiting our final, uninterrupted rejoice.

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Say hello to my frontal lobe.