So, your rhythm is fully locked and grooved and you're thundering off the horizon like a tchoo-tchoo train...
Now in the infinite space of your inner vastness lies a golden core. Well... it looks gold from afar but it's actually tie-dye when you get real close. Or at least that's what the
Steiner and Blavatsky's of the world would have you believe.
Unfortunately wishful thinking never got anyone to meet the buddha up close and real personal.
Coz, in truth, when you're done with the horseshit the only thing left inside is a comfortable silence.
But you don't understand silence. Your binary worldview automatically assigns absence, nullness, voidness, nothingness to the slot reserved for that which you pay absolutely no heed to doesn't it ?
Oh, it doesn't ? Well, good for you - run along
now.As for the rest of you... stop what you're busy with and just pause for a moment.
Bet you didn't even notice it huh ?
Oh well, better luck next time.
