Awakening

On the brink of a deep, deep sleep, I wandered into a still calm space;

Hollowed- out place of peace... old hallowed ground within me.

It Was

Far from the madding chattering of mind, listlessness of heart...

It Was

Something like the Self- A still. Silent. Un-judging judge;

It Was

Something like the Soul, but far more subtle and free of any such definition.

It Was What It Was - existing undeniably, neither happily nor sadly, neither well nor badly. It existed Purely.

In a moment, I knew it to be a seed of the Divine planted within me, and I knew at once that if I would fling it into the faceless void of Infinity, God would flower from it and the ongoing opus of creation would continue...