High fidelity

the image was distorted because the canvas was contorted and so to set things right we entered staid silence, becoming the light now with the vast void, having become our home from a centreless fulcrum, resounded gong of Om the that cosmic vibration, all pervading an ocean of life, in which all souls are wading subtler, gentler over time the sound became ego vaporised, leaving no desires to tame rapturous bliss cascaded in mind-body urn wherein our soul presence chose to willingly burn surfing the bardo, on choosing to let go we imbibed direct wisdom, very few on earth know and as music of the spheres plays by itself flame of Christ consciousness glows as light of Self