Fresh perception bouncing and cycling,
Through the vessels of formless Consciousness,
The world is crafted like a movie,
Projected on the ever-here aware screen.
Burning your eyes, skin and lips
With many stunts and special effects
Kinetic energy in on ostensible
Infinite expanse, wiggle and smile!
Yet, there is a stationary background
Which knows no disparate specks
Neither words, stars or waves
That, which envisions this exploring Light.
Enjoy but don't let yourself be fooled,
By its rainbows and webs!
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