Music then glass walls and two doors.
Sunshine and cold; coffee and steam.
The mind is quiet walking over a thousand miles of thought.
It knows no fear, no pain.
It is contentment and silence,
intimacy and peace.
Two doors become comparative reality,
leading to two choices down one tunnel.
The mind becomes a blossom opening to all.
Etched in diamond rock is the opening - the unveiling.
Self created reality stripped from the senses is
the purity in all devastation.
Depths of depression
heightened awareness
tears and beauty
terror and hells
all surround in their own furies
becoming their own selves.
Beyond the reckoning of reality
Beyond the knowledge of selves
What is there?
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