Fear of the dark, we find solace in artificial lights. 

There I was, beyond the point of no return.

I knew how pointless it was to try and swim away...so I gave up fighting altogether. 

A psychic observer communicated with me and told me how he enjoyed watching my flesh and bones tore away like tissues in a juice blender. Frankly, I felt nothing of that kind but trust me, it was intense. Everything I ever knew came out to play: I was there, disappeared, became someone else...no information is lost...and so, I wasn't interested in looking at my flesh or bones at that time. If I was, I could get sucked into the same wheel and forget, reset everything. But I held on to the centre, and crossed it, I leapt into it. The knot is not really a knot, more like circuits. I am passing through them as we speak, becoming and decaying with nothing to lose, nothing to gain. 
The expansion continues, it will not stop because of me.
The parasol is still showing picture stories of space. 
Before/at/after the event horizon, the centre remains the same. 

Where did all the buddhas go?

Everywhere...becoming Chameleon particles, glowing after death.

There is beauty when one gives all attention, not to the external worlds but to the universe itself. 

Spinning and spinning just to get a glimpse of day and night.

What about day and night? 

Perceiving and projecting,
Oh what a chore!
My whole body is sore.
When light comes in, maybe I'll know that I exist.