always at home
in this inescapable
bright unlit luminescence
this crucible of Creation:
Mother of time and space;
vast unknowable knowingness
always at rest
in this ultimate abode;
unassailable, yet ever available
prior to the mind
container of consciousness –
beyond the concept of beyond
always at home, always at rest
always already
p e r f e c t
. . .
echoes from emptiness 
A many faceted, uncut jewel. Says it all, as far as words can:)
Thank you Harry – I marvel at the way words tumble from (wherever) onto the page in a ceaseless outpouring of praise of the ineffable!
It is, of course, the ineffable adoring itself:)
beyond the concept of beyond….
… ahhhhh …
home
rest
perfection
this may well turn out to be my last poem
(haha, as if I knew!)
Just perrrrrrrfect darling Louisa!
… purrrrrring …
(now I know what pussycats are up to when they drop into purrrr-fection!!!)