~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey

 
 
 
 

 

like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular  
succulences.. afloat  
they are.. the plasmic sacs..  
as aerial liquescing  
mosaics, in a blinding  
bright lighted up  
efflorescence..
 
 
 
[just when,  rings aloud
the palindromic drums  
   11:11.. as quadrupling  
Ones.. ever feels them  
as the foundational  
gargantuan pillars.. of  
anything & everything
 
(they say, at least four  
needs to be around.. for  
a seamless carriage, of  
one’s coffin..  in some  
palanquin dignity.. as  
over a nastily thrown away  
an untouchable piece..  
.. to the forever so long  
in a clinical karmic await-  
the hungering soils,  craving  
much it’s manured mulch
 - this petty petrified flesh  
 
but why talk of death now..  
when One don’t even know
when how why they die..  
 what happens in it .. or  
 after it
 
 all these only bleakly  
 screams of existential  
 trivialities.. a mundane  
 not-so- the crisis.. stuffing  
 in pithy puffing sterilities
  
let’s talk more of the birth  
& creation- of One & One’s..  
what One loves.. or it is  
that art, creation & love in  
itself.. is the One!  
 
yes, now that we are talking..  
as superconscious bloomy  
dna’s that knows no bounds..  
in this inter~ intra stellarities  
we are in..  
 
 ..as mere stardust’s,  
within it is embed the holistic  
 cosmic code .. that decodes  
to self in the bloomy realize..  
..each new now
& but only to erase itself  
to nullness.. so as to  
    each new now
 such cyclicality  
 
  nothingness, the holy      
motherly darkness.. holds  
humbles all .. from all those  
  hyperbolic heady solidifying
orbitals.. heading unto  
   disastrous bombarding  
 
   the lightness  
of this nothingness..  
 is a cocooning out  
majestic butterfly  
  a newness nowness  
  from each of it’s  
  braving dotting deaths..  
 to connect seamless, this  
eternal journey)]
 
 
 
in a colloidal One coalesce  
this our mosaics, of fusing  
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