To catch the song of a pin when it falls, you must listen very closely.
Senses taught and tingly,
Until your reach moves beyond sense,
Entering a realm of the infinite echo,
Alchemical lift making way for safe passage into subtler frequency,
As you slide through the luminous corridor into another dimension.
Time slows to a standstill.
Ego-consciousness fades into nothingness in the radiant brightness of body electric.
Your bearings are blurry,
Perplexity is your passcode for entry into this vivid terrain.
You hasten onward with a light heart, fresh eyes and novel tongue,
As familiar syntax cannot carry the elegance for speaking the language of an inspired reality.
An ethereal plane of shimmering light, sound and color.
Each living moment, an epiphany of sensation and unfolding grace.
You wonder if this is heaven.
A realm celestial, permeating each materiality and all duration.
Not even a heartbeat away.
The sound of a pin drop,
Magnificent as a heavenly choir.
Sweeping you up into spirals of pulsing ecstasy and delight.
A tiny sound, reverberating through each stratum of space and time,
Your own undifferentiated Self.
Slipping past contours of comprehension, you know beyond faith — that this note holds the Essence of all things.
A tone so pure and primal, it is without attribute.
Clear crystalline core.
Your own holy name, a sacred tonality, resounding across the galaxies of eternity.
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