When my muse eludes, I pick up my Guitar; and when that fails, I seek the (albeit sometimes symbolic) Pen.
When that as well fails to impress the Divine within me, I regress to something much, much closer to home;
Neither speaking to nor being spoken to by the Divine; Asking not and seeking no Answers; trying to be content with this.
Do not stare it in the Eyes for it is the Void itself; the Mystery itself;
Look into the Pond in which you're standing and try standing still enough long enough to let the ripples and sediment settle; to be able to see thy Reflection; Such is Mind:
Realize that you are a Fractal of Manifestation; a pattern begot of patterns upon patterns upon patters throughout time upon time upon time; symmetrical in a parabolic sense, perhaps even circular; Birth, life, death, (etc.?).
-- Universe: The all-encompassing Chord:
A Fractal Manifest. begot of the One; relatively horizonless, each point sees itself as Center; when really there is no Center, except the Center relative in time; Now.