Everything in a single moment, once nothingness has manifested itself in empty splendor. A tape-loop thought; a feeling; a distant sound of repeating laughter. The sounds of breathing. This time, do not give in to astonishment! Lifeless body released into boundless is-ness. In the grip of terror, yet meditating serenely. These thoughts have been thought before. Deja vu.
This is not quite what I mean to say.
The music of breathing. A symphony! A symphony of nothing: breathing. Of the past and of the future, of life and death, of silence and sound, of everything and nothing woven together in an intricate tapestry. Touching the fabric of reality.
(composed immediately after a DMT experience)
