The Dark Void
in the inky black void
we are as we are therein
bereft of senses we see nothing
and yet know we are herein not alone
our awareness thus in formlessness
communicates with the absolute
as a child speaks to his father
there is no apprehension
all that that is is playfulness
all our questions are answered
and our innermost desires resolved
albeit with a pregnant pause if we err
by interfering with prior soul agreements
in this unfathomable bardo of no-thingness
the enigmatic living darkness of oneness
we may liken to being within a womb
wherein we feel safe and tended
suffused by tenderness of awareness
having full freedom to remain thus forever
or to feel again realms of colour and contrast
donning veil of ego to reenter deep hypnotic trance
as time goes by in repeated immersion and emergence
the underlying truth of the dark void becomes clear
being in truth a singularity without any reflection
and thereby to mind appearing as darkness
for once our core is caressed by The Holy Spirit
and illusionary identity conjured totally disappears
we find that all that is, is self-existent eternal living light
which we always were, are and will be for all time
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