Musings on space

We as the subject, look at any object, noticing space that separates us is still, the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect, omnipresent yet exercising no will, so what space really is, we introspect, reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill. In staid stillness we sense our presence expand, then truth of space we begin to understand. Melding with the void, concepts are discarded, wherein present as formless awareness pure, the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded, whence earth life tests then, we easily endure and with no attachments left to be guarded, softened soul presence in time becomes demure, whereupon flickers in space are by us seen, piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean. God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too, signalling that though it holds us in its womb, it also depends on God’s pulse to renew, that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom, it is silence alone that offers a clue to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume. Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise, who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.