You are not apart from anything
You are a part of everything
Becoming a plateau levelling
With the planes
Reaching the gateways
Where matter meets spirit
Feeling the extraordinary thinness
The substance of Being
Tasting the ambrosia,
Smelling the sweetness of this divine nectar
Its subtle fluidity plays with your fingers
The pure light of innocence streams through
The doorway left ajar by the primal streak
Pregnant with your own self
You scream a visceral inner roar
Let it dissolve into nothing space,
Settle in the sheer vulnerability
Of this naked Eden
Fall in love with the crevices, the crests and the troughs
Sense the closed doors
That conceal the gold of Truth
Rest in the glow of dark embers
Test the opacity of light
Close your eyes
Kiss the shower of fireflies
Bask in the unstoppable
Spring of Life
This is Love in the making of the Self
This poem was inspired by some deeply beautiful biodynamic craniosacral sessions I received and gave at a recent postgraduate seminar exploring Archetypal patterns in craniosacral work and that liminal field where everything is possible including glimpsing into the Maker's manual.
