of a waveform

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by TundraLotus, Aug 20, 2005.

  1. TundraLotus

    TundraLotus Member

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    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.
     
  2. sylvanlightning

    sylvanlightning Prismatic Essence

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    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 ~~*
     
  3. TundraLotus

    TundraLotus Member

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    thanks sylvan, that part was more fun to write actually, more of a steam of consciousness than 'stanzas'

    peace be w/
     
  4. EternalHunter

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    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.
     

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