Without One Thought

The level of disaster cannot be measured,
it's beyond laughter, many incarnates of the Devil...

 

                     People are believing their own sick lies,
                    whilst I am grieving for the OTHER SIDE.

               The side where the MYSTERY, never ever ends,
          where everything is pretty, where everyone's your friend.

Where there are no more figures, and no more forms,
the Universe is bigger, than our garden lawn.

Infinite dimensions, start to show their face,
as we rest in ascension, & fit right into place.

Many are hurting, many are in despair,
but once we stop the searching, we might find that we are there.

In each & every breath, & finely tuned sensation.  
Leave the lying left, & experience creation.

There's a place called bliss, we don't have to find.
the universe exists, OUTSIDE of our minds.