–
all things are aglow
at the hub of their life’s Beingness
fireflies, flitting
across the weave of time and space
that veils
the unknowable humming dynamo
of the bright dark
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Image source unknown.
–
all things are aglow
at the hub of their life’s Beingness
fireflies, flitting
across the weave of time and space
that veils
the unknowable humming dynamo
of the bright dark
–
Image source unknown.
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emptiness is ceaselessly singing itself into existence
shhhhhh – if you’re very still and silent
you’ll hear its unstrucksound
the so and hum of breathtide
and the murmuring thrum of bodybeat
in the spaciousness too vast to be contained
within a bony cranium –
you’ll hear the choirs celestial:
the harps, the pipes, the tinkling bells
the bee-song and the cricket-chorus
the roaring, flaming om
and you’ll hear it all
without turning an ear
if you’re curious enough to check it out
you’ll be amazed to notice that
the hearer and the heard
cannot be torn apart
~ ml