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pre-dawn paradise:
a softness in the shadowy light
slimmest sliver of peach in the east
kookaburra’s cackle piercing
the expectant marvel
called world
~
problems and concerns
issues and causes
that used to be upfront in mind
are weirdly absent
noticeably not-happening
the space they vacated is sometimes called the void
but there’s nothing null about it
no vacancy, no gut-gripping nihilism
this Emptiness is singing with life,
pregnant with potential
I cast about for a concept
and this falls out of my pen:
it’s the womb of all Creation
~
echoes from emptiness 
Wonderfull! (pre-dawn paradise… shadowy light)
“There was not non-existent nor existent:
there was no realm of air, no sky beyond it.
What covered in, and where? and what gave shelter?
Was water there, unfathomed depth of water?
Death was not then, nor was there aught immortal:
no sign was there, the day’s and night’s divider…
Darkness there was: at first concealed in darkness
this All was indiscriminated chaos.
All that existed then was void and formless: by the
great power of Warmth was born that Unit…
Rig Veda – hymn 129
Dear AM – I have always loved the mystery and power of those lines from the Rig Veda. Thank you for including them in your comment.
With a deep bow
~ ml
Ah, yes – “the womb of all Creation” – Liquid Life 🙂 Lovely Love – C
m m m m … love your ‘Liquid Life’ … hoping all is unfolding graciously (how could IT not!) in your new aloneness …
Love to you braveHeart
~ ml