fluvial undulations grip me high timbres expand perpendicular to infinity the entrancing ever rolling baselines-- threaded sound lacing celestial beauty these pulses, blossoming abstraction they unfold, unlacing cosmic knots unleashing epic energies with this expansion with holy comic ease the linear 3d-experience succumbs to this galactic aural avalanche foundation dissapates, floor falls out, walls disentegrate Enter: 4th dimension experience - spatial eternity feel the sound inside your body, where does it exist, if not between your ears boundaries here are edges of the soul wrapping unto themselves as the music cascades geometrically building tension, then inverting on itself this standing wave is GOD Freedom and Bounty. Movement to these sounds, ritual mastery of time and space. yourSelf in the ancient corridors of core experience. enveloped in the rich void, its the silence between the notes that makes the music. welcome to the buddhahood, neighbor, shedding opalescent arcs and sparks. Here, the tracks we don't leave are spirals on mountain sides. Indra's net weaves a universal mobius, and I'm sliding along these polished ever-reflecting spheres, each a mirror of infinity. move like a bead of water on a high-tension wire, frictionless as music. licking up recursion with each beat, mimicing the heart, mirroring a life, reflecting a death, transposing a galaxy, stretching gossamer tendrils, offering the universe of us to you on the palate of our hand.
Freedom and Bounty. Movement to these sounds, ritual mastery of time and space. yourSelf in the ancient corridors of core experience. enveloped in the rich void, its the silence between the notes that makes the music. welcome to the buddhahood, neighbor, shedding opalescent arcs and sparks. Here, the tracks we don't leave are spirals on mountain sides. Indra's net weaves a universal mobius, and I'm sliding along these polished ever-reflecting spheres, each a mirror of infinity. move like a bead of water on a high-tension wire, frictionless as music. licking up recursion with each beat, mimicing the heart, mirroring a life, reflecting a death, transposing a galaxy, stretching gossamer tendrils, offering the universe of us to you on the palate of our hand. Loved the whole thing, this my eye caught ~~*
thanks sylvan, that part was more fun to write actually, more of a steam of consciousness than 'stanzas' peace be w/
Fall into that fourth dimension looking glass tumble beyond the mirror of reality: is infinity your reflection? Frame and change, at a slow enough space even thought encounters friction. But your music is a land beyond all obtrusion, and in it's refusal to bow to time the birth of submergence lingers. It is in the transcendance and convalescence of this fussion that you find the one sided within an infinite diagram.