Omega Stone

The stone is glossy like chocolate waterfall Smooth and dreamy are its edges as if folds of silk on them would fall The stone is reflection of the soul The secret and sacred medieval lore about it is written on a scroll The gleaming countenance of celestial light Like the motion of time as concept not result is surreal sight To the core of spirit it brings delight As cosmic mists like divine omens take flight Omega is beyond souls’ base It is visage of last fundamental place Beyond time and space The divine grace It is compared with the soul What beyond recoilless neural flame with vortex and all Would be if there would be no such thing as soul So it would be ultimate number in whole Of course distance between omega and soul is Much, much greater then by soul magnified version of neural abyss As profound and deep as lovers kiss Mesmerizing and truly divine is its bliss