Trying, or rather, not trying!, to loosen up my thinking and letting my mind enter the cosmic whirls of time and being and translate that into images….playing with symbols that arise… and working into centre.
Loosing sight of outcomes.
Circles within circles.
Pushing out, pushing in, in so many directions.
Only ever opening.
A forces created ‘bubble’,
Popping, diminishing into a wider sphere.
Witnessing until all annulus, the space between concentric circles,
ready to burst with knowing.
Like atom, earth, nucleus.
Mysterious and magnetic.
Pushes and pulls inside too.
Infinite looping bringing constantly to balance.
Spiralling wisdoms bursting forth to nowhere.
Rippling, as water.
Particulate as Earth,
and consuming as Fire.
Sub-bass, merging, understandings, bouncing particles activated, spiralling, both up and down,
A nerve-full spine, branching tree-form, simultaneously,
Worked to be here.
Work to be done here.
Rested to be here.
Rest to be found here.
Only know this place.
This point on the axis.
The almighty all-of-it revolves around as far as heart can feel and far beyond.
Always changing yet here nothing has changed.
No thing most of the time.
Sometimes sparkling brilliantly, but mostly not…
Bursting, but frightened of breaking it.
Pin prick middle of a tiny, orbiting, sphere.
Like a distant planet in another social solar system.
Asking to get off the train before it arrives at its destination,
stepping off and only floating.
The tracks, long ago, dissolved in the mist.
Sitting down to grow a crust-like shell and weave a dense, cocoon, full of stories and shadows.
Refracting the light.
Pulling toward me accusations of wasting time.
Pushing away the very idea that is what I am doing with it.
Like an aperture,
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