The word

In the beginning there is the word. A word for all and in all for all with all.

All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.

“She looked down at her cell phone. Words and pictures filled a screen”

An illusion.

A game.

A world filled not with the word. A world filled with what is not real.

“There was a moment where the visit of smile held behind the back to amuse a dog and whisper the word.”

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Chock and check the vibrations. Holding the wheels of reality from slipping.

When full of the sensation far above and beyond any realm of death or degradation; eternal pours from the mind.

There the reason why, why the body of illusion seeps away to embrace the dark imagination of what so many call, death.

Never.

Never to know death here or above or below, knowing only a pure smile so pure the music turns all gold into lead, all tears into joy… All: Sum total of the word. A word of song so full of vibration all are one with all.