The unknown is the vast field of life
as it stands on that exquisite precipice
between the inhale and the exhale
that births lands and seas, suns and moons,
and all of the mountains and valleys
as the progeny of our loves and deaths.
The unknown is the formlessness
through which form is created
and the form which to many hide
the pure potentiality of formlessness.
The unknown is the next moment
that I step into now, as my arms open wide
to embrace what comes before me.
The unknown, the Silence,
the Mystery accessed in time as NOW,
is our birthright and the home
where when we can rest,
we birth and are birthed by eternities.
as it stands on that exquisite precipice
between the inhale and the exhale
that births lands and seas, suns and moons,
and all of the mountains and valleys
as the progeny of our loves and deaths.
The unknown is the formlessness
through which form is created
and the form which to many hide
the pure potentiality of formlessness.
The unknown is the next moment
that I step into now, as my arms open wide
to embrace what comes before me.
The unknown, the Silence,
the Mystery accessed in time as NOW,
is our birthright and the home
where when we can rest,
we birth and are birthed by eternities.
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