Breaking the surface, a shattered mirror, looking for yourself
but the shards are too difficult to match, your soul scattered
over the universe, is this just one fragment of existence, one
of many parallel worlds? Silence gives you time to hear the
music of the spheres, harmonizing your point of view with
that continuous tune, building a rapport with insight, UAPs.
Like disco lights in the sky, is someone out there calling to
you? Is some part of you missing? Are you attracted to the
mystery? The soul is the part of you that can’t be quantified,
that may have known a thousand lifetimes. The spirit
shines through invisibility, what cannot be recognized by the
senses yet we seem to know intuitively exists. Wandering
through a maze in the dark looking for that intuitive spark
that will guide you somewhere you belong. Can so many
cultures be so wrong? Can you find your way through
time from the mundane to the sublime? Does the mirror
reflect divinity back to us, is space overflowing with life
or is it vacuous? How can we find ourselves or should
we even try? We all have an instinct for self-actualization.
Is infinity an echo chamber for perception? Do we need
improvement or are we perfectly adapted to survive in an
imperfect environment? The image reflected back to us
is flat, glossy and smooth. We are made in our bodies but
not of them, the mirror breaks but we remain perhaps |
even after death the soul keeps moving, meeting other
souls travelling through infinity. Discarded bodies a
mirror that can no longer reflect anything, our
spirit set free to travel galaxies in bodies of light
and speed, knowing everything. Smashed pieces of a
coherent self, no need to worry about mental or
physical health, released at last from confinement,
finding spiritual wealth.
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