Nobody listening

Looking back through a perceived constellation.

Merging with a tone, seemingly surrounding everything at first, tickling physically outwardly, then traveling inwardly penetrating, changing the rhythm of pulse, blood flow, heartbeat, morphing and calibrating to its charge.

The symphony begins as the becoming ends.

Shining endlessly, casting rays, stretching through everything, touching dark matter, caressing it, the affection that sparks creativity, is both soft yet omnipotent. Coursing through with deliberate passion and aware consciousness to be that.

Just that.

A being beyond everything previously known.

Unlimited suddenly, in wanting to being that.

It lasts but a moment, the conscious observation and reflection upon the change.

Towards a gravity.

Magnetically pulling.

Stretching towards it, anything and everything wanted and touched, or pointed to becomes one with the joy and presence of that being through the same process just undergone.

Transforms.

 Into just being. Just joy.

Just presence. Shining.

Glowing.

At its core. Affection. Love. Creative emotions at play with the foundational tones of cosmic existence.

Attracting more. Pulling more.

Burning up everything that isn't a pure Fire.

The vision ends.

There are laws at play.

No more.

Not yet.

But soon enough.

The Giants act and shift but a little according to their own consciousnesses in harmony with an endless, yet genius intelligence that orchestrates a unison composition of entire universes upon universes. So slowly, so seemingly invisible.

Massively misunderstood, interpreted mistakenly by microscopic minds of humans who never journey beyond mind, matter and mortality, but they are caught in glimpses by those who stretch that microscopic mind and make an effort to.

Those are often the ones no one listens to.