Asymptote

Our self-perception begins with a line of memory with birth as the vertex

A mathematical extension between some point in our past and now

The mind has no recollection of before or in likely sequence

The points leading forward in biological age from cell fertilization

The arrow time grants us reality as what is perceived

Directed with atomic transference and cellular replication

Towards inevitable decay

There is no cessation to the atomic transposition in our bones

Delineating the obvious that our atomic aggregation is a mirage

Individuality in the quantum sense does not exist

So it is our mind constructed of nuclei

Views a film strip through eyelids, skin, olfactory glands, buds, and sound waves

We amass an ammunition compound of pleasantries and disasters

Interpreted in youth through parental lens to cogitate: what is good; what is bad

The neophyte sees an arc sloping facing concave like a prone belly

To the y axis as we progress along the x   

In age the answers will come

We will find our person, our people, salvation

A time will intersect our line when the resources are abundant

To retire from labor’s struggle, meditate, or travel this planet properly

The now is stuffed with business

Lightning strikes of inspiration, Irish luck and Nigerian rhythm

Fires of Palestinian tumult and Russian pathos

The ego ponders the path of movement along the arc of the x and y

Adolescence into adulthood increases the magnitude of our undulation

We are up and down in increasing attempts at expansion tethered in balance

Nebula form and stars explode in such ways   

We apply barriers at how far our perception can unveil

Death appears an asymptote tangent to our curve at infinity

We perceive an upper and lower limit of ascent and descent

Growth at one moment if we awaken our motion is recognized as stillness

That good and bad our genetic instructions first salivated and dreaded

Are but the protons and electrons we are made in cosmic quark

Dancing as us completely still when perceived in full

We begin to see not our small life as a point traveling in a linear series of waves

But a line filled in solid, expansive, extending to the borders of our human reality

We find a place without argument

We are conscious

We are without need of this bad or good thing

We abandon the mind as a library of identity

In this another form of mathematics dissolves the barriers

Death disintegrates; birth implodes

The axes spin into a circle rotating both counter and clockwise

In constant now expanding beyond light, time, self, or space

Into that infinity we once perceived as impossible to touch

We let go of identity, want, and suffering

The entire graph of the universe is found, everyone or thing we have or could know  

Boundless, beginning-less, endless

In every atom there is balance

Breath is inhalation and exhalation

Palpitation is pulsed in presence and absence  

Fertilization is half gamete and half gamete uniting

Mirrored in the infinity of what we are

Reentering our perception by death detaching from the blinders from our human body

The mind keeps us in silhouettes

Human reality is the shadow; the image is beyond five senses

A mind calls god, a mind writes names

The mind must be abandoned to be in the now

Consciousness released is egoless love

When one is, being, let go of the mind: one is that asymptote

Bursting with all the energy and mass of the universe in balance

With everything physical reality is not