Reacquaintance - |Vast Relationships|

Black holes expand quick. They boom into non-existence

Eating up space.

Desiring open emptiness,

Entering intimacy:

Nothing

Infolding over and into itself.

Sensual tugs touch.

Slowing down, slow-mo

A reversal of momentum,

Of time

Looping backwards and

Going Nowhere.

But further in,

Returning.

Getting to know a place.

Gestures swallowed.

The only thing left in the world is to bow down,

To This:

A responsibility to Awe

An ability to respond to Awe

To let Awe pour.

Slight Sideways slip into Here.

Back footed black holes,

The dance of Yin:

In-between flow and

Omnidirectional Silence,

Staying still

Deep

Abiding

Rest

Only to magnify the joy of Beingness

A feather falling on a wet rolling ocean of tears....

Grief of a million galaxies.

Where Black holes multiply

To consume our shadows -

A tender orchestra of parts,

Floating in bliss once again.

Angles are singing in my feet,

Ecstatic toes

Riffing on airwaves,

Conducting pure life.

The soft grace of space

Of the beckoning void...

The fire has a lot to bite and burn tonight,

And transformation is slow.

Eons of time

Chomping through the centre of the earth.

I feel humbled.

I hear the mumble.

The herds of cattle thundering through mud.

An offering of Soul.

There may be more black-holes than something. More potential than we care to notice.