The mind, a shell
There are multiple sections in the mind inhibited,
Each a world apart from the other
Each section reflected in the universe outside
Each section a shell,
Each an ocean deep well within itself
Each shell strung to its subset of realities
There are multiple realities that traverse parallel within it
Also parallel to creeks of realities in another shell
Each reality unfolds passages to its own vastness
Each passage leads to abundant possibilities but with unequal unknown probabilities
Rewinding to the shell
Can you step into a shell, fall through
Can you float out of it and roll into another uncorrelated reality,
As you fall through,
Can you split up into multiple renditions of yourself?
And raft through creeks of another reality?
Creeks within a passage, of a sister shell?
A nut, blessed with shells within the shell,
Its shell splits at the start at a singular point,
And a perfect rendezvous at its end,
Can all these realities be traversed in, by a single soul?
As to the hold the elements of the matter together,
A single rivulet from start to end ain’t enough,
As it is but a string not a shell.
And you need a to fuse all realities into one,
One shell, a perfect shell.
P.S- Something born out complexities in the mind, the dream to see the mind’s vision reflected in reality and the need and want to attack the dream from all sides.