ekkis
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poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Soul is the light
it made little sense within the dream — even less without and I can no longer recall what exactly was so critically important I remember the boy — died much too early on a common street for him I held high hopes but now work would be left unfinished, a mere fragment I remember a helmet on the ground, a father inconsolable, and sirens we grow up to adulthood believing the world does not revolve around us we are but trivial cogs in the incomprehensibly large samsara, the wheel of life we waste our short years atop Himalayas to become one with the universe as if the universe were a foreign thing! we read scripture and seek obeisance to God’s counsel in all our ways and days as if we were not ourselves gods! but when a soul is snuffed an entire universe disappears within the great multiverse for soul is the light that brings forth everything into appearance [8-XII-2019]
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