Glimpsing Perfection

I kiss the lips of oblivion and my name is abyss. So deeply washed as this mystery I cannot comprehend or explain how I’ve awakened as an endless swoosh of the cosmos through my heart. The ideas and beliefs conjured as imaginary Anita seem so selfish and small now as seamless emptiness breathes the body and dances…

Essence of Emptiness

I have fallen through myself…swallowed by endless emptiness. I have no body, though it wondrously appears, no location, no time, and yet this heart beats a marvelous emptiness, a wonderment of shocking awe. All cherished scientific and philosophical truths, concepts and beliefs are as watery flames dancing as a funeral pyre. There is no longer any-thing to…

Wreckage

Rain falling, wind gusting,┬ásmall chards of what I thought I was instantly dissolving into shadowless forms of loving emptiness awe and wonder as fierceness dies and beliefs burn upon the silent hot waters of inquiry. Calming arises, uncaused, to no one and no thing, and brilliantly beautiful swirling reflecting and refracting light-filled watery songs spontaneously appear singing…