You come from the depths of infinity
and from all directions of space-time.
Every atom in you comes
from a different star,
every cell are made
of celestial radiation.
You're the smile of
no birth and no death.
You are the Great Poetry
Don't say I'm insignificant
in the infinite,
don't say i'm alone in life,
you are a cosmic collection
that dances harmoniously.
You coexist with all beings,
visible and invisible
together, you are bound
from the energy
of the universe itself.
You are a point of consciousness within multiple fields of consciousness that interpenetrate each other: A multi-dimentional being within a multi-dimensional Universe. When you realize the unity of all these fields of consciousness you share life with, you partake in conscious communion
To the universe seed
Burst from the verdant void before time.
the particles of our souls were born,
a million stars, Codeless truths blink,
to those who seek, meaning en route,
on this path to eternity.
The primordial rhythm Echoing the sacred cycle,
to the universe seed,
brood and bare.
The temple of the soul
Time is the architect of fate,
and our life is the play of love and death,
To live a life that matters,
make the house,
where Gods may dwell,
there, in the temple of the soul,
we will not die an unlived life,
we will not live in fear of falling,
there, the dark stars waiting with their light
to draw the veil from truth.
When you look deeply into yourself you may be able to see that there is, in this moment, a quality of aliveness that is animating you that is not philosophical and is not abstract. It's independent of what you think about it, what you believe about it and what you feel about it. It's always there! it is animating your breath, It is coursing the spirit, it is what makes it possible for you to think and speak and see and hear. This is the invisible touch.
Listen my heart
Listen, if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.
It means someone wants to love,
Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?
are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
To whom I can strech out my hand in the somber desert ?
Who will accompany me on the empty night?
Who will give me a fiery day?
Who will bring back the sea that left?
No hope here. Torment is certain.
Without sacredness in the emptiness of this world of ours,
the heart of man fades like a flower.
Suddenly, the shuddering of the heavens penetrating my soul,
Oh never let the parting sun, no star is ever lost we once have seen.
The long rains will continue to fall.
Visions of grace
i’m looking for the face i had before the world was made
I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves,
the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would become stars and planets.
I was the steaming planet Earth, the bacteria awash in the sea,
and the early eukaryotes and multicellular animals.
I exploded in the Cambrian explosion, stumbled onto land,
walked with dinosaurs, saw trees and flowers appear, walked upright in Africa, and walked on the moon.
I felt the embrace of gravity. I was one with all that had been and all that was to be.
I experienced subjective mystical communion with the evolutionary, emergent universe. I was the universe.
We know not where the journey leads, nor whether a final destination is even a meaningful concept.
The attraction is the inherent thrill of participating in a grand creative endeavor for which participation is its own reward.