You inweave all being...

To enter the stillness, within, is to enter Your Divine Stillness, Beloved.

You are the shining web Who inweaves all being, all-connectively...
Shiverings of Your golden light quiver all-thru this weave, interlinking,
Your Center centered, too, into every awareness of You...

To tap into this Central Core is to interfuse with all-centers, radiatingly...

Enwombed in Your Immensity which broods -- like a mothering hen -- over the All
of our allness, nesting in You... sometimes You are viewed as an abyssmal depth
(but reverse the view & You are the infinite *heights*, too... so do we ascend...
or *fall* into You?).  Were i to plummet into Your forever as an abyss
-- changed from fear to ecstasy -- reverse the charge and would this not
be an eternal *climax* into Your Vagina of Infinity?

Why, then, is it exhilarating to *soar* into You... but so fearsome (for so many)
to feel they are "falling" into You?  Endless pit or infinite expanse...
it is all in the perspective of point-of-view.  When it is You... embracing me
even into nothingness, what is there to fear when the more i am nothinging
the more awesome *You* become?  When our fears are transformed to gratefulness
we *revel* in this "falling" into You!

If You were not, too, the Eternal Night
how, then, to experience Your sweep of golden light? -- filigree of Indra's Net
our dewdrop light*spark essences nexus points of Your EveryHere -- here*now...
an infinitude of dimensions inter-linking in the Divine Matrix You Are...

We are elementings of Your elemental puissance, Beloved...
& You are the archetype of our becoming...
Your Kali-dance of change across the changelessness we have projected...

In the Abyss of You, chaos whirl-swirls new linkages, cross-dimensionally fusing,
cross-temporally impregnating the ova of divine potential...
with seeds of possibility... & the mystery of life
& its evolving meanings *deepens* here in these vast congeries of vital forces
in the WombAbyss of Your brooding... inter-climactic convergencies... numinous
emergences with the Light of Your Eternity upon each face graced
to know You -- all consumingly...

i am a moth dancing in the Flame of Your Revealing, Beloved...
& tho i *burn* for You i am not consummed.  Thus it is
with *each* Consummation *intO* You -- our mouths' an O! of ecstasy
as we cO!me into You, shaped like the almO!nd shaped pO!rtal to
Your Mystery... birthing a New Earth...