© 2018 by Lisa Lennon

The Dust of Stars

December 18, 2018

Lisa died and Lisa never lived and even thats a story. Who can make sense of this wild wild life. Lisa dying and never having lived is this, here. There is no Lisa and yet here appears a human called Lisa. And here appears a body typing words about nothing that can be spoken of, for no reason at all. A sense of love appears for no reason at all. 

 

A swirling mass of god knows what, eternal, timeless, spaceless, undifferentiated and total. A dance of the absolute which also means nothing and yet everything and yet I don't know what I am saying and yet out it comes.

 

The message is just another weird story appearing, signifying nothing but the dust of stars amassing into just that.

 

 

 

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