Golden Budding 7

Golden Budding 7
Art by Norman E. Masters



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...


~~wynn manners
25.Oct.03



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