See the wake of creation flaming.

Follow the rapture of light into the black void it breaks streaking like the artist brush through the heavens.

Breathe,

Listen to the words whisper as the dancing rhythms of consciousness.

Time is released, letting all forms enter your perceptual field.

From the static will come many manifestations, hold to nothing remember illusions are realities nature and our greatest teacher of metaphor.

Let your thoughts enter the duality of vibration, moving as shadow not the being.

Fragment as the particles in your environment and gracefully curve your perception to periphery.

So to shall you move, lifting as smoke from these words into the spin of awareness, frame by frame.

Now you enter the crystalline symmetry of history.

The relationship of all systems, and the fundamentals of transitory thought.