Our eyes conceive
what we've been set to believe
there are no contours
take your hand
there are no contours
take your hand
and sift right through
particles sealed
particles sealed
to our limited imagination
a mere suggestion
a facet of interconnection
The vortex drifting
sifting through our very core
unknown and invisible
we sway through the matrix of vibrations
conversing, touching, eyes meeting
a mirrored reflection
stays out of reach
the dance of the waves
crashing separate, but together
our bodies the same
separate but together
united particles of atoms and matter splice
redirected, shaped into our dimensional illusion
we are two, yet one
we are thousands, yet one
the bindings of a book
the words on the pages
penned by mankind
omitting truths meant to guide
entangling fictitious pursuits
resulting in bondage of our very souls
whispered in every breath
tearing down the relativity of expansion
that intertwines everything, everywhere
our intellect on hold, blindly we follow
abandon the confined imprisonment
reach for the long lost intuition
eyes closed release the trepidation
letting the metaphysical senses transpire
knowing, feeling, understanding all there is
...to be...as one...separate, but together
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