PutYouInsaneArtHere

Look beyond the oneness Look towards the gateless gate It is there you’ll meet your reflection And shatter the mirror of the mind A million suns, a million universes Who knows how many there have been In this vast ocean of being Do not waste effort trying to grasp them

In this world of dream-forms Awake only for seconds at a time Is there an end to this suffering This incomprehensible longing Of my every cell to burst open And become boundless water again Is there such a thing as pain In this default state of alertness I let every fibre of my being twitch With a force almost nuclear Until there is but a whirlwind of chaos Destructive and devouring A hunger that feeds upon itself Self-perpetuating Self-habituating otherness Amounting to everything and nothing at all And from this place of nothingness I carry with me the depth of the oceans The spirits of killer whales The forcefulness of wind The darkness of the wisest minds That dwell beneath the earth Seared into my glass-like skin The mark of wilderness itself

In Elmore Junior High, on a lovely day in Elmore City, a tall man was peacefully reclining on the ground, sitting with his legs folded, hands resting on his knees, and closed eyes, listening to peaceful music. The man's appearance is unique, sporting cloud-like white hair, yellow sandals with teal straps, black pants with pink hems, a shirt decorated with stripes in an array of colors such as red, yellow, orange, teal, and blue, red irises encircling yellow eyes, and black eyebrows. The counselor hummed contentedly. Steve let the tranquil music fill his mind, picturing himself sitting in the wilderness. He heard the birds chirping, spotted animals strolling by, surrounded by a brilliant blue sky with waters nearby. Taking a deep breath, he released it with a pleased sigh. The wind whistled gently, billowing his shirt as it caught the breeze, while leaves fluttered and blossomed around him. Mr. Small's peaceful moment was disturbed by a loud sound. His immediate surroundings suddenly