In this small place, is infinite space.
The rain is soft-tapping the quietest night time melody alone in the woods where no ones listening and leaves are glistening a minor orange, reflecting light off of a nearby streetlight in the parking lot thats free from motion free from thought at 3:50am.
Its crystal clear when the now is near.
A man sits cross-legged on a woven mat, aware of the symphony in the sky, keeping time with listless motion, rolling the oceans and holding the notions of light that shines on endless horizons. Cats look sleepy at 4:00am
Real life is perfect or not and even thats perfect.
Im laying on my back watching the ceiling fan create the strangest flicker of shadow, playing off of a sprinkler head on the ceiling its like a pendulum clicking back and forth in a surprisingly jerky fashion, considering the smooth, fluid flow of the ceiling fan itself. My thoughts instantly shift to the very beginning of the universe and then the very end and all the infinite complexities Ill never be aware of and yet this moment right here is a part of the story this strange flickering shadow on my ceiling falls somewhere between the beginning and the end somewhere between the birth of physics and the birth of galaxies and the birth of stars and the birth of planets and the birth of birth and the death of physics and the death of galaxies and the death of stars and the death of planets and the death of death. I wonder if anyone will remember that somewhere during that infinite stretch of infinite complexities criss-crossing with other infinite complexities through other infinite stretches that I laid on my back on my floor and looked up at my ceiling which caused me to notice a strange flickering shadow caused by my ceiling fan casting a strange light on the sprinkler head in the ceiling. Im thinking of my girlfriend at 4:27am.
The rain is soft-tapping the quietest night time melody alone in the woods where no ones listening and leaves are glistening a minor orange, reflecting light off of a nearby streetlight in the parking lot thats free from motion free from thought at 3:50am.
Its crystal clear when the now is near.
A man sits cross-legged on a woven mat, aware of the symphony in the sky, keeping time with listless motion, rolling the oceans and holding the notions of light that shines on endless horizons. Cats look sleepy at 4:00am
Real life is perfect or not and even thats perfect.
Im laying on my back watching the ceiling fan create the strangest flicker of shadow, playing off of a sprinkler head on the ceiling its like a pendulum clicking back and forth in a surprisingly jerky fashion, considering the smooth, fluid flow of the ceiling fan itself. My thoughts instantly shift to the very beginning of the universe and then the very end and all the infinite complexities Ill never be aware of and yet this moment right here is a part of the story this strange flickering shadow on my ceiling falls somewhere between the beginning and the end somewhere between the birth of physics and the birth of galaxies and the birth of stars and the birth of planets and the birth of birth and the death of physics and the death of galaxies and the death of stars and the death of planets and the death of death. I wonder if anyone will remember that somewhere during that infinite stretch of infinite complexities criss-crossing with other infinite complexities through other infinite stretches that I laid on my back on my floor and looked up at my ceiling which caused me to notice a strange flickering shadow caused by my ceiling fan casting a strange light on the sprinkler head in the ceiling. Im thinking of my girlfriend at 4:27am.
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shivasshakti:
You, my dear, are the kindest person on the face of this earth. Thank you!
shivasshakti:
I only have you to thank!
