Musings on space

recognising whatever is manifest is finite, perishable and doomed to die including the life giving luminous sun we shift our focus to vast, enigmatic space invisible, unchanging, holding all in its womb in everything yet affected by nothing is this the noumena, we wonder in staid silence, melding with the void all that remains is awareness self-aware attention animated, poised in no-thingness metaphorically our mind-body too has vaporised sensing by touch, our vibrant soul presence transcends need to feel the contrast of duality with focus held firm, our eye becomes single we then see the fabric of space begin to flicker revealing that subtle as it is, it too is an entity being a gigantic cocoon holding all that is manifest in a whirlpool of toroidal magnetic force field energised by the eternal light that lights all lights thus shimmering through the pores of skin of space which we now behold in astonishment and wonderment