Eclipsing the Cosmic Mother

Eclipsing the Cosmic Mother
With clockwise rotations of energy
That open all the doors to Divine release.
Energy that outlines the Void in perfect golden circles.
That was her breathing, there in the silence, crying prayers that only I could hear.

I will love you
She said
Whether or not the rain comes
Or the great cooling off
Or the great heating up.

And I smiled

I am all that you are
And nothing at all

Who are you to me?
A dream?
A prayer?
A whisper upon thin air?

Yet the truth remains elusive in its absoluteness.

Divided between

What it is/ what we would like it to be.


About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on November 23, 2011, in Author, Fiction, poetry, Religion and Spirituality. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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