Golden Budding 7
Art by Norman E. Masters
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...