The day slowly morphs into me.
I can feel its density, no different than
my overbearing sense of cosmic Lack;
A lack of categories, values,
schools, gurus and thoughts. An Emptiness
so gangster, it can chisel freedom
out of the dangling moons of organized nonsense.
I tell you, Man! someday you got to move
beyond the binary of Being and Void.
To be the dreamer, who creates,
destructs and recreates his world
in a child-like play, like the way Mr. Cobb
operates in "Inception". And keep on
feeding that loop, till you God your own Universe.
Meanings are over-rated, Reality is liquid.
Absolutes are propaganda, Sanity
is a construct. I am tripping balls on a
trans-existential ride. I will see you on the inner side.