Cosmic egg
Let us take a closer look at our head
Is it not shaped like an inverted egg
Hiranyagarbha: truth to which we’re led
Held captive therein, for freedom we beg
When we are ready, this cosmic egg splits
Wherefrom emerge aspects male and female
We do nothing; it’s not a game of wits
Into heart both polarities set sail
The table is laid for bliss readymade
Ignition renewal continual
In ethereal mists we barefoot wade
Rapture renews with love as our fuel
To cut to the chase, head must meld with heart
This requires our ego to surrender
Once we do this our soul’s journey can start
Aided by bliss, throb of soundless thunder
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