In this lifetime,
with limited understanding, I witness
the power of Your flawless mind
as it works the long arm of eternity,
turning the great gyre
one blinding strobe at a time.
Yet... in a dark millisecond
between incarnations,
when all floats formless and void,
my consciousness swims
in the amniosis of Your Love.
In that place – that is not really a place
but a state of purest will – I exist
in thought-form,
a seed whose gene sequence
and trajectory
need infinitesimal adjustment
to align with Cosmic Intent.
A word, soft breath,
or angelic nudge
sends me on my way
in ever rising spirals
of emancipation.
Each arcing circuit of my ascent
encapsulates the one before
plus an additional life-key
to serve as springboard.
Perfection requires I master these lessons
before my release as creative agent
within our Universe's expansive unfurling.
Until then, my tiny spark is offered up to You
again and again and again...
YOU ARE READING
Into the Blue Black
PuisiA collection of early musings on the nature of the Universe and my infinitesimal part in it.