illusionment

samadhi and love, im buried and born again the heart of all love and nothing penetrates but absolute awareness, i am one, the being in me the world in me the light of the stars shining down in me. this is not the LSD of yore or the rambling of a weakened mind though many might think so. instead its the truth of who is and what is and why we are. no other, just the absolute one being entranced in the illusion. all is done and perfect, that sense i always had that there is noting to do  is correct. attainment is actually the ultimate unattainment, the lessening and leaving until only what is, remains. the final whirl of self resolves into the center of the black hole in the middle of who we arent, the unalterable truth of being and that is sitting on the crack of the edge of duality straddling the container that cannot exist holding together the paradox of existence/non-being/beyond-knowing where duality ends, i begin again as i come forever to be in all creation though none is in me.what i know, the eternal being within never dies or withers, all is the play of the duality the mind. where something is, there it is not. every atom has been set to its task, spinning in the non-being of all existence, touch that space between all things and fall through the looking glass under the star struck sky into infinity and never leave yourself. there i am in you and you alone eternally.