Vibration
The concept of distance is delusion
Imaginary is linear time
All objects are octaves of vibrations
Orbiting gong of Om’s magical chime
Thus everything, everywhere, all at once
This is the way a sage looks at the world
Beholding God in each atom of space
Wherein spirals of vibrations are twirled
Shifting across octaves of energies
Nothing is impossible for the Self
There is no constraint, no limitation
Whatever is sought, appears by itself
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