Mirror Particles and Mud/Symmetry and Synchronization

Meditation

I watched as the wind blew a few grains of sand off the sandcastle near me. The castles structure seemed pretty advanced for something built so casually. A few cloud cups and unopened packs of fireworks lay next to it. I looked at the water again then up at the sky and noticed the symmetry.

I moved my feet so that they were planted in the sand, then I closed my eyes again. The winds temperature and the stray breezes became easier to detect. The longer I stood still, the more things around me began to melt. The ocean air cut through the space in my mind, and for a split second I thought I saw my reflection in the passing breeze. After a moment, the breeze sat still. Then it spiraled into a small tornado while somehow maintaining its stillness.

 

 

The split second met its reflection and began to continuously split creating an infinite amount of moments within the moment and within the shuffle.

 

 

Meditation/Path of Discovery

I watched as the compass tilted, magnetic amongst other things. Tomorrow is built on the raindrops and ink raindrops that eventually turn into mirror particles as they fall. Tomorrow’s structure seemed pretty advanced for something built so causally. I looked at the water again then up at the sky and noticed the symmetry.

The feeling arrives and the vividness increases exponentially. The longer I stood still the more I was able to notice, until everything else seemed to be standing still. Synchronization expands the vividness and for a split second we catch a glimpse of the spectrum. I looked at the water again then up at the mirror particles and noticed the symmetry.

 

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Wind so sharp and crisp that a gust could start a fire out of thin air.

The chalky echoes and the warm stillness.

 

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Mirror Particles

While searching for the feeling I found existence. Chasing a feeling and running directly into a reflection. Again, stopped in my tracks as the moment hands the baton to forever.

Another tilt in the compass.

The nearby waters and far away ocean currents were reflective of the magnetics just as the auroras were.

 

 

 


 

A few more poems:

https://poets.org/poem/aerodynamics

https://poets.org/poem/thousand-somethings-someone

https://poets.org/poem/impression-du-matin

 


 

 

 

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― 
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

 

 

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

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