The center of the galaxy is your own Heart. 

There, a black hole of marvelous annihilating creativity empties and purifies your Awareness, the very space that bears the universe. This Self-dissolving Self-generating space is the virgin womb of Kali Shakti, who destroys in order to give birth.

What radiates from that center, whirling in a dance of countless stars, is your Body, completely

human, completely divine. You are her Child, born of purest virgin consciousness.

The rest is all imagination: you get to choose how seriously to take the illusions of 'matter' and 'distance'.

The truth is, I Am hugging you Now. Oh how we pull each other into the divine darkness of our yearning! Not even light can escape the abyss of love!

Dearest one, let us give birth to one another from the passion that annihilates every form, through an incomprehensible silence beyond union.

Don't understand this. Just spin. 

 Written about 1500, this is music from the center of the galaxy: Josquin des Prez, Qui Habitat.

Qui habitat in adjutorio Altissimi, in protectione Dei cæli commorabitur. "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." ~Psalm 91:1

I interpret this to mean that one whose awareness merges in the virgin silence, from which all creation arises, will experience spontaneous harmony in the world of action, because all action will be governed by the effortless Tao, without any interference from an individual 'do-er.' Or as Ramana Maharishi puts it, "The real Self is waiting there to take you in. Then whatever is done is done by something else and you have no hand in it."

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