The Skeleton of a White Lotus

I am the skeleton of a white lotus.
My blossom arms have dissolved to leave only the remnants of the
architecture that once supported them.

I sat inebriated by the blurring of boundaries – matter exists without time, but
time does not exist without the illusory motion of objects in space.

Enlightenment is not the enlargement of self nor the absence.
It is the unification of the substrata of our universe within ourselves.

The blossom wilts in time but remains a tangible universal memory recorded on the ether, unendingly giving forth redolent dissemination of its Absolute idea.
     
As Ouspensky dreams of the differentiation between an idea and
the object it represents –
     a vast sea of people are perpetually frozen in an instant state of
infinite ending
and
beginning.

This is just the skeleton of an Absolute idea,
not the idea represented accurately,
but without perpetuation all concepts would
remain an osseous framework –
never ending
never beginning.