Nomad of the Universe

I don’t know what it means 
That I, it exists before the thought,
Before the breath,
3D spliced between zeptoseconds,
Between pulsating fractal heartbeats.
As someone who has felt spacetime
(has been spacetime?),
Time does not exist.
Mushroom tears.
Somehow I remember to breathe.
And when I am back into I
And here, I bring no answers,
The usual.
Love, beauty, joy, happiness -
Amplify that.
Dance the dance.
Be anyone, or what you are.
Obsess about anything, or anyone.
It does not really matter.
Don’t ask questions,
The questions themselves have no meaning.
The answer is before the question.
All of your problems disappear
With space, time into the zeptosecond
Before the Universe takes its breath.
On the edge of the precipice to nowhere
Where the only reality -
Complete absence of it.
Sad, happy, it is what is.
Go live this truth the best you can.

About nomadoftheuniverse

Nomad of the Universe, nobody special, Buddhist, student of Ram Dass. I write about happiness, meaning and spirituality. My book on Love Addiction is out on Amazon now.
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