Locked in silent thought, watching the trick of mind disappear.
A thousand mirrored spirals on canvas surrounding me. Closed eyes envision an explosion of sanity and normal cascading from my head.
It is easier not to fight it.
The smoke filled lung holds no answers but coughs out a key. To which door? A plethora unfolds before me and I take the hand of a traveler.
“lead me from this place.”
The beast grows into a multi-armed flying goddess and grasps my head.
“trickle your thought to my cup.”
It asks.
I oblige.
All thought is gone, sanity released, I am everywhere and of no being. Viewing past, present and future in perfect harmony I crouch in awe. The head I was encapsulated in vanishes and myself spills into all existence. No self..No perception of me..Perfection.