Found Yourself

A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for the meaning of life takes roots in calamities. They get back at you, the paranoids on the horizon line, where the galaxy meets the paradox, the void, the fear. Any physical possibility generates the sparks. The realization takes you back in mud and grass outside the body to rest in peace. The formless listening, seeing without objects furthers hyperesthesia. You have found yourself in emptiness! SATISH VERMA