That white hot fire that was at once borne into your head,
upon a moment that you can briskly recollect,
or maybe upon a time that you will never remember,
upon a previous lifetime,
upon a time beyond life.
A perfectly white orb of energy
that was borne both within you and within the deepest core of space and time
a blinding, yet subtle and milky white concentration of life
that hums
inaudibly
and pulsates
at a rate faster than our faculties can sense,
just appearing as continuous shine
that manifests
into the darkest blank, empty, silent,
and near non-existent blackness
that dwells in the mind of a forever meditating God,
a forever focused creator
saturating his mind
with fully blossoming
particles of thought
and
wholly engorging the
emptiness
with pure energy and emotions.
Life.
Life.
An enduring and overwhelming sensory experience of a constant buzzing and vibrating light that surrounds and pounds on our heads.
A space in the mind and a space in time
so devoid of anything
that the wildly cogitating and reflectively illuminating contemplator,
the all mighty one,
starts to
hallucinate colors and shapes
forms and subjects
objects and actions
movements and relationships
meaning and manipulation
love and hate,
a dreamy illusion
so vivid and tactile,
so suffocatingly liberating
one endless thought reel
of moments and mysteries
spawning existence into eternity.
