Journey to Infinity

[What follows is a more personal account using inspired verse of what I call my "Journey to Infinity". A humbling "place" or rather "non-place" indeed! The mind-state was mystical and so was the accounting of it through this inspired rhyme. There is an essence contained in the verses of what I was shown "there" and I hope that it opens your mind as it did my own. Enjoy your Journey. The Start and the Finish are the same point.]

Infinity beckons,

With secrets to share 

And I go to her edges

And wait for her there 

With Principles veiled 

With the Power of Verse 

Light now is here gifted 

And the shadows reversed. 

These, I will learn 

And apply very well 

For She, so it seems, 

Has a Story to tell. 

My pen will move onwards 

In defiance of Time 

While writing in prose 

While writing in rhyme. 

Whatever the subject 

I let the ink flow 

The Thought takes me onward 

Wherever it goes.

The Infinite World 

Brought down to our Place 

Reminds us of wonder 

Outside the rat race. 

I need to append, 

To add on more lines 

While the clock ticks away 

With the threat of “no time”. 

Where do we go, 

When there’s "infinity"? 

How can we measure

What’s You and what’s Me? 

A book without measurement 

Can’t be too thick 

And Time holds no meaning 

When it’s not a yardstick. 

Too high or too low 

It’s all just the Same 

As a thing that’s “just right” 

For they share the same Name. 

All shapes without measurement 

In an unmeasured World 

Means all things are equal 

Once their story is told. 

So there, we’d walk onward 

For a mile or for ten 

And the Start of the walk 

Would resemble the end. 

With words never spoken 

As good as what’s said 

With no Start or Finish 

There’s nothing to dread. 

“Time spent” is a phrase 

That becomes a mind bender 

In a place where All Time 

Cannot be legal tender. 

So, a World without measure 

Has no measure at all. 

It’s infinitely Big 

And it’s infinitely Small. 

Our thoughts in our Dreams 

Often enter this Land 

Thoughts have no dimensions 

And can fit in our hands. 

So, Imagine and Dream

And All without Limits 

It’s the Nature of Thought 

For there’s no limit in it. 

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