The cosmos is nothing but pure awareness becoming aware of its self through the energy of bliss.
Though empty of form, the diamond wonder of self-awareness vibrates with ananda, and this vibration of bliss is the Shakti that shapes creation.
Become hollow and see awareness overflow, spilling through your eyes, your nostrils, your ears, your tongue, into meadows and trees, mountains, rivers, and clouds. Rooted in the emptiness of naked attention, each sensation is the moment when God says, "Let there be light!"
Who is this "God"? The symmetry of the vacuum breaks into fluctuations, waves of stillness, discharging the finest sub-nuclear particles as "matter" out of the formless void. Formless void - in Hebrew, "tohu w'bohu" - is not an image from Buddhism, but from the first verse of Genesis.
The very stuff of creation is immaterial bliss, and in the profusion of bliss, there is no external agent or creator. Existence itself is the creator. Goddess Shakti, who is this dancing cosmos, is the virtual reality appearing like an image on a clear mirror in the unmoving silence of Shiva's pure awareness.
The temple garden of Vrindavan, where Radha and Krishna make perpetual love, is the transcendental architecture of your own abysmal silence.
Find the wordless depth of prayer in the midnight quiet between two breaths. There, in that divine darkness, is the bridal chamber where Christ meets the Magdalene.
There is an infinitesimal zero, a fertile seed of yearning at the core of your heart, where the geometry of the cosmos is enclosed, just waiting to be ignited by a ray of bewilderment.
The ancient yogic text, Vijnana Bhairava, declares: "The supreme Goddess, whose nature is to create, constantly expresses herself as exhalation and inhalation. By resting awareness in the space of the heart, between the descending and ascending breaths, one experiences Bhairava, the source of creation."
Dear one, the mirror is inside you. Awaken, gaze, and be astonished. When you are astonished, you re-create the world.