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