Tag: cessation

  • Cessation

    There IS

    A point

    At the center of me

    That IS

    Not of this world

    All moments

    Within and without

    Intersect here

    All directions

    Lead to it

    It is not even

    A nanosecond’s width

    In space-time-existence

    It connects all moments

    And threads of time

    Reducing all time-maps

    To nothingness

    It is the non-function

    Birthing the Golden Mean

    Resolving all mathematics

    Into null

    It is the prior-ness

    The no-place

    Of the emergent bubble

    It is not here nor there

    But everywhere

    It cannot be found or located

    But is the core

    Of the Everything

    It is the utter calm

    The completely still

    To say

    It is this or that

    Is a deception

    It does not exist

    But is the ground

    That gathers every

    Present moment

    Into nowhere

    It is the Not-Now

    Of timelessness

    It is the ground of NOT

    Gravity-mass-movement

    And the soul

    Longs for its

    Intimate kiss

    Cessation

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