Descent and ascent

Being creative, heeding call of love, tremulous soul stirs, descending on earth, to explore by touch, fierce storms of contrast, held within the womb, of the vast void, that holds existence, in the heart of God. It’s movement, as of choiceless choice, is spontaneous and playful but innocence without wisdom is doomed to be trapped, when immersed in dreams, hypnotic. Feeling incomplete, befriending silence, with thought forms rested, ego recedes and then soul reclaims, the light of Self, which it was, is and will be, forever.