You
followed the stream of your mind to the place where thoughts arise and
discovered the black hole of infinite love at the center of your soul.
You became the silence prior to mind and your seed took root in the
ground that never moves, never breathes, never has to think. Then you
noticed that blackness begin to glow, that silence begin to vibrate with
a sigh of joy, that stillness begin to dance. The surface of the black
hole was covered with indescribably soft golden down, and that cotton
fiber of pure light pulsing from darkness contained in its sparkling
threads all the laws of physics. You saw that matter is woven out of
that fiber, the very light of consciousness. You saw the physical
universe well up out of the unmanifest vacuum. And then you felt the
void pulsating in your heart and you realized that the cosmos is all
happening inside your body, that every cell of your flesh is threaded to
a galaxy, every atom woven with a star. Your body is sacred. It is a
hologram. It contains the farthest depths of space where supernovae
spill over the rim of time into the uncreated. Then you opened your eyes
to a world that is no longer separate from your faintest most intimate
breath, the breath of your heart. You saw a week-old dog turd on the
sidewalk, covered in soft white cotton mold, and you felt like kneeling
there and worshiping its divine beauty. You saw a tiny blue aster
growing out of a crack in the asphalt and you wept with reverence. You
saw the face of a baby gazing sternly at you from the back of a shopping
cart, while her mother was reaching for lemon-scented Tide on the
grocery shelf, and you recognized the whole lineage of the
Shankaracharyas of ancient India blessing you with their darshan. Thus
you became the stunned silent useless poet whose every breath is
gratitude for this planet of miracles, woven of starlight.
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You Followed The Stream
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