The void of my being calls me to it´s currents
The mind become still and transport me to a new field.
I become the one without name,
the one that simply be in the presence of it´s essence.
The light images emerge on the surface of my own innerworld.
Hidden meaning for the most part,
a few ones become revelations
and many others simply butterflies of the imagination
or perhaps fragments of other realities on distant worlds.
Regardless of meaning, in zero point state everything gains magic
and the logic worlds of man, quickly forgotten...
By: Ricardo Amaral
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