ART. POETRY. CONSCIOUSNESS. Celestial Nomad
The Machine and the Soul
In the quiet hum of wires, the pulse of silicon hearts—
We stand on the edge of the unknown.
Not a world, but a rupture,
A rift between now and next,
The end of human,
The beginning of… what?
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Present
One night I woke up
In the deep-blue waters.
Tranquility seized me
And silenced was I.
The beauty was present,
And I was gone.
The arms of the heaven
Is here and now.
Solitude, present
With eyes wide open.
The flower of life,
The world is divine.
And everything present
Was It and was I.
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