2024-06-04 - [ 1-1 ] heart beats

the dreamer slumbers in its porcelain vault.
it has there no concept of time,
no awareness of its own existence.
neither thoughts,
nor senses
have yet to emerge from
a nascent consciousness.

there has risen,
a realization,
within its primitive awareness,
on the periphery,
a lingering presence,
something greater,
something more.
sweet, sweet benevolence
it is permeating, whispering, pulsing
everything, it’s everything
it is everything
and with the heart beating in perfect synchronicity, everything,
it is everything.
it is every thing, whispering,
beckoning, glowing
this presence, weaving
infinitesimal threads,
a tapestry forms, becoming.
it is she or is she so?
so profound, she is
transcending everything,
enveloping everything,
she is everything, and the dreamer knows,
it will become because she is.
is?
will be?
everything?
everything?
everything.

and it is in this very first realization,
the knowledge suffuses through
all it knows,
and has known,
and everything,
and everything,
and everything,
because it’s her, it’s her, it’s her, it’s—
her heart
beating
in perfect synchronicity.
the dreamer is satisfied, it rests
adrift and at peace,
once more,
gathering light,
once more,
continuing to become,
once more.