Not to act .
But simply watch the sand
slip away into the nothingless.
To be inspired without believing.
That is where the meaning lies.
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A seed of sand flowing away
into the aesthetics of an ordered confusion.
All merging through the fulness of chaos.
Who hears the scream of souls in this discordant
silence of the universal hourglass ?
Creatures, titans and gods ,disolving
like sensitive atoms ...
Symphonic antimother .
Matter that refuses to fade away ,
invents wombs yet to come
that gather a bitter nectar from the cosmic void...
The universal hourglass ,whispering :
\'\' Come ! I am waiting for your ,
give me your form !
Your memory will be reborn
in the undescribable splendor of a star
in the astral awakening of Gautama\'s dream ! -
Who are you quantum messiah
which bears the face of every grain as it travel
in the universal hourglass ?
Parallel worlds where genius and madness
entwine and lose themselves...
fractal and fatal reflection
of whom Iam the unscrutable observer ...