The Myth of Separation

(3/4/2010)

Out of the ecstasy of divine union of light and dark

She opens her eyes.

Spinning through the void of the nothing

Taking in the beauty of the all

She opens her heart.

Laughing, she throws back her head,

Stirring sparkling stars.

Diving into white,

Splashing foaming colors,

Red, orange, yellow, mold her body

Green, blue, indigo, violet form her soul.

Everything is perfect.

Everything is here.

Love, peace, beauty, perfection, divinity

What more could she ask for?

How much could she bare?

She is Mother

To glistening, embryonic, gems of Thought.

She is alone,

Grappling with growing desires of more.

Curious images of experiences of sharing...

Far-reaching familiar feelings of impossibilities…

Freefalling back into herself, she glimpses a smile.

She accepts a hug,

Then tastes a kiss.

She bats her eyes and

From within, he flows forward.

He is Father

To turbulent, toddler-like, torrents of Action.

One-Two, One-Two…

Me and You…

A stand-alone-together.

They embrace, and fill the world

With light, love, and longing.

She and He, of all they see.

What more could they ask for?

How much could they bare?

They create, and change the world.

One, Two, Three…

A bounty of We.

She is Child,

With laughter, expectation, and grace to be Free.

Separation is a myth.