Child of the cosmos, yearning to learn the art of manifestation: here is a deeper craft. Learn to become the Un-manifest.
Child of creation, yearning to appear, learn to disappear!
The alchemy of the shaman, the science of the mystic, the art of the artist: Vanish! Then see what remains.
Plant your I-Am-seed in the womb of darkness, giving birth to ten million suns. Weave invisible constellations into the seamless gown of the blue sky.
Feel the unseen moon pull your blood-tide at midday. Let all your ancestors surround you as the nectar of space.
No-thing is the source of creation, the origin of joy. When this becomes impeccably clear, you will be everywhere and immortal.
Your fingertips will see, your toes will taste wine, the vast black hole in your chest will overflow with star music.
You will become the dark matter in every soul; the groundless depth in both Lover and Beloved; silence, the hidden Mother.
Never be afraid to practice the craft of vanishing, for only when you disappear may the earth reveal her radiant miracles;
the divinity of a snail glistening in a moonbeam, a mushroom swelling with sentience, a raindrop at the tip of a twig, sparkling with countless worlds.
Image from Newsweek
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