To Enter Your Stillness...

Wynn Manners

 

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 To enter the stillness, within, is to enter

 Your Divine Stillness, Beloved.
You are the shining web Who enweaves all being, all-connectively...
Shivering of Your golden light quiver all-thru this weave,
interlinking,
Your Center centered, too, into every awareness of You...
To tap into this Central Core is to interfuse with all-centers,
radiatingly...
Enwombed in Your Immensity which broods -- like a mothering hen --
over the All of our all ness, nesting in You... sometimes You are
viewed as an abysmal depth (but reverse the view & You are the
infinite *heights*, too... so do we ascend... or *fall* into You?). 
Were i to plummet into Your forever as an abyss -- changed from fear
to ecstasy -- reverse the perspective and would this not be an
eternal *climax* into Your Vagina of Infinity?

Why, then, is it exhilarating to *soar* into You... but so fearsome
(for so many) to feel they are "falling" into You?  Endless pit or
infinite expanse... it is all in the perspective of point-of-view. 
When it is You... embracing me even into nothingness, what is there
to fear when the more i am nothinging the more awesome *You* become? 
When our fears are transformed to gratefulness we *revel* in
this "falling" into You!

If You were not, too, the Eternal Night how, then, to experience Your
sweep of golden light? -- filigree of Indra's Net, our dewdrop
light*spark essences are nexus points of Your Every Here --
here*now... an infinitude of dimensions inter-linking in the Divine
Matrix You Are...

We are alimenting of Your elemental puissance, Beloved... & You are
the archetype of our becoming... even in Your Kali-dance of change
across the changelessness we have projected...

In the Abyss of You, chaos whirl-swirls new linkages, cross-
dimensionally fusing, cross-temporally impregnating the ova of divine
potential... with seeds of possibility... & the mystery of life & its
evolving meanings *deepens* here in these vast congeries of vital
forces in the Womb Abyss of Your brooding... inter-climactic
convergences... numinous emergences with the Light of Your Eternity
upon each face graced to know You -- all consolingly...

I am a moth dancing in the Flame of Your Revealing, Beloved... & though
I *burn* for You I am not consumed.  Thus it is with *each*
Consummation *in to* You -- our mouths' an O! of ecstasy as we come
into You, shaped like the almond shaped portal to Your Mystery...
birthing a New Earth...


~~wynn manners  :  [email protected]

 

             WithYou

 


The unveiling of awareness can only take place in time.
Unveiling is process; what has not been seen
is now seen -- successively.
Remembrance is an unveiling,
a revealing of what-was,
now-known, the is-of-now.
Root of the pan-dimensions***, our remembrance of You
is our return to You, our embracing of You,
Your embracing of us...
Interesting in Your All,
wonder awes each yes all-blessing...
You nourish us with milk of stars
to fecundate our dreams
in this playground of our nurturing.
In our bodies borne of stardust,
Spirit animates to ascend from dust
to the far stars of our longing...
Ecstasy a star*burst of Oh! Ahhh! Yes!
Core of desire climaxing in the soaring
into/inthru/*with* each other
as Living Fire of Spirit, enfleshed...
Never the same, alone...
never so intense...
as with You, Beloved...

With You
woos the heights
interpenetrating the depths
melting into this
interfusing bliss...


~~wynn manners   :  [email protected]

 

Anima 14

 



Souls hang from trees like fruit. 
You and I dance like plums,

times commingled, we are
the hint of a seed in the flower,

the emergence of the bud
the ripeness of our love.
 
Sunlight feeds us. 
Rain washes us.

Our tree stands tall on a cliff
overlooking the sea.

Inrushing waves mirror love sounds,
the deep rumblings of water

across bottom sand,
the tidal thrusts on the

cupped and narrow shore,
the howls across rock faces.
 
We are sea plums and we are the sea. 
We are the barnacles caught in the tidal pull,

the small fish in sunlight under the waves. 
We are the creatures in tide pools

catching our breath, mirroring each other. 
Our love is the bounty of the day,

the loaves and fishes, our promised land,
the kingdom found within,

the godhead immanent in creation.
We are hallelujahs and joy.

By :
© Zen Oleary     Sent by :  ~~wynn manners   :  [email protected]
May 6, 2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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