Breaking The Law

When viewed in an inertial reference frame
an object either is at rest or moves at a constant velocity
unless acted upon by an external force.

When I gazed upon the ceiling before me-
Stiff and still, hearing naught my breathe but my will
One thought, becoming One with the One, made me vibrate into an altered state
And naught remained still.

An internal thought
breaking the Law by which it is naught bound
The apple drops, and it occurs to me how thought transcends matter.



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mystical art from Alansdreamscapes

A Curse and The Gifts



Mine mind cannot rise to the contemplation of The Deity,
whom nothing approaches in sublimity,
unless it be entirely disengaged from mine senses, and of this-
 in mine present life, art naturally incapable.

To answer question with question-
That is the curse of mine reason!
Whomever decides to trek down this lane,
Shall forever be lost in that labyrinth, and
 thine tombstone shall bare symbolic insanity, incompleteness and paradox.

Mine silence and faith,
 mere gifts from grace,
Heal mine mind, and quicken I unto mysteries incomprehensible.

Divine moments of truth have come to pass,
 while lost to sense and reason,
In whose deathening embrace, I've dissolved into The One.



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the epic art from Technochrist

Becoming a Father

Confusion 
shock
desperation
fear
weakness
laziness
helplessness
fever
Uncertainty.




Hope
will
a plan
joy
strength
courage
wisdom
calmness
a Child.
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The breath-taking art from cozza1

Mind & The Seeker

They dressed her in clothes of grandeur and mystique
Celebrated innumerable sacraments and orgies in her name
They scavenged for each other's blood, mutilated each other's ethic
Hell! They even held each other's phallus in her name!

Then Aha!
I Think, Therefore I Am!
Downhill from thereon
Progress having come to man
Riding Kurzweil's exponentials

She has given the plebs power to tear the cosmos apart
The fetus is stripped of innocence
She has finally made the god amongst them known
She has made all infallible, when in her zen moments, she let that
Every single man, woman, and child on this Earth be Pope




The alchemist has all the secrets of the stone,
Having Slept with her, he's heard them in her moans as she recalled
Moments of bliss during her prostitution with the cosmos over the eons

She has given the numerologist his convergence limit
Now he reads his fate from the fabric of quantum entanglement

She has given the clairvoyant his wish
Having allowed him to utter self-fulfilling prophecies

She has given the thaumaturgist his miracle
He transforms anything with volition, thanks to a relative universe
And an emotion that gravitates everything in its likeness

She has saved the oneirocritic from his insomnia
Having whispered into his ears the secrets of symbolism and recursion

Now, she has left all but one satisfied-
The last Seeker, whose will it is to
Demystify and dominate her

To that last noble spirit shall the true mystery be revealed...



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The enigmatic art courtesy of Lemmy-X
And classic psy-scape courtesy of  Shpongle the Masters!