A primordial flow across the blood-brain barrier. 
Cryptic ring structures bind to receptors. 
These duplicate keys throw the floodgates open 
on a raw datasphere of pure information. 

An inner path to outer space 
or a facile article of faith? 
Falsifiable fantasies 
or freestanding parallel realities? 

We're so frequently seduced 
by such novel, exotic views. 
Our confirmation biases 
leverage everything we perceive.

Visions so astonishing, preposterous, impossible. 
A cosmic lattice of calligraphies, geometries 
unthinkable.
Infinite Jaali screens, alive, florescent
as I shatter, melt. Annihilation. 

Rolling hills. The water flows. The flowers bloom. 
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. 
There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. 

A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. 
A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of the 
universe is love.