Emptiness
Meditate on this, he said.
It is the morphic singing field
within and between;
the generative quantum realm
our feet and hearts are rooted in.
The non-spatial place/state out of which all proceeds.
The loud silence of creation’s word;
it’s tone and sound reverberates with power, intelligence and love.
Each mortal speck divine
is participant in bringing the future
into Now
like an eternally bubbling spring.
The giant winged and wheeled vehicle
of mother earths Merkaba
shudders into motion;
propelled by its innate knowing,
unfolding from crumpled sleep
to stretch, rise up and gallivant;
zapping our galactic backwaters
with fresh and scintillating photonic light
to the whirring of ecstasy wings
strung on the kundalini core of Hunab Ku;
via the infinitely extendable placental silver cord
anchoring us to Source and Home.
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