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