Trembling Void

Celebrate your oscillating emptiness in waves of “I” and “Thou.” Project the play of Lover and Beloved in the formless sea of pure awareness as the difference between subject and object in the green world around you. Only for the sake of love are you entangled in the moss of perception. Each beat or beatific epiphany of tongue, eye, skin, ear, nostril is the shadowed trough between these quantum fluctuations in your vacuum of aloneness. From infinitesimal wombs of no-thing worlds burst up like bubbles for the sake of gazing into an apple bud, smelling a lilac in the blues of your garden, or, if you play an angel, whirling just for fun six winged seraphic fire into the after-image of a new planet, yours, to feel the ancient touch of dancers dancing for no particular reason. Selah.

Image: 'Virtual Particles in the Quantum Vacuum' by Robert J. Tiess