Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Inside my room, inside my Self,
on wings of light I fly,
journeying to worlds unknown
that others all pass by.

Spheres within while yet without,
all bound in pulsing joy,
where ne'er darkness shows its face,
and free from all decoy.

Where universe and atom dance
the macro/micro waltz
and black hole calls to galaxy
to all its motion halt.

Stillness then surveys the scene
and knows Itself as grand
in created peninsulas
and Infinite Mainland.

Where thought is free from any form
as conscious Self-known light,
existing as all things at once,
omnicient, highest height.


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