Where
humanity
lives.
Neurons.
Synapses.
Electrical
flows.
Bundle
of gray.
Take
a look
under
the hood.
What
is seen?
Everything.
Where a
universe
resides.
This is
you.
This is
me.
The
brain is
possibly
a receiver.
Like a
radio.
Tuning
into the
essence
of creation.
Where
we all
truly
reside.
A receiver
uniquely
tuned
to call
in your
soul.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Test the spirit's.
Thank you for reading my work.
I have considered this before and it may well be the truth all living in a matrix. Nicely written it speaks with power a concept foreign to most of us. Our body merely an apparatus receiving and sending signals to a greater cosmic consciousness in this we are all one.
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