Would you journey with me into a vulnerable breaking open in the psyche, where it is said that the milk of grace starts to flow?
Come then, ! Listen! No.Really.Listen
Can you hear the sound of this vibrant brightness?
Sweeping across the flower petals of this existence,
bathing everything in its bountiful cascades of light
ever emitting the low frequency wum and thrum
as it get louder, awakening the primal {om} of moaning,
Fall swiftly into remembrance of this sacred landscape
Where the bound, captive, and fearful cries of lovers
Dared to break free
from their self-assembled prison
courageously chanting Ohm and Uhn and without censor
While liberation fills space, we begin to notice the root of the sound comes from the combined emptiness of these self-tuning, self-replicating, self-transcending instruments. The space between the notes lingers in the perpetually perceptual reality of exchanged and hollow breaths
The cosmic conductor reminds us of the rhythm and signature,
[4/4] A one, a Two, a Three, A. . , . . , . . , . . , IT BEGINS AGAIN
∞Movement and rest∞
movement∞rest.
Wipe the wet hair from your eyes
and take a d e e p breath,
This is the punctuation of the moment
unfurling it’s lotus blossom
from our hearts into our being
Witness how the silence offered by such ever present union elicits glimpses of the Self above the self.
Be still and die and such an emptiness will appear and you too will take part in the Sacrament.