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Vision-Quest
I am the mystery,
I am the manifest
I look out from the edge
of a far-flung galaxy
and see
a black, black hole
All is stretched, altered,
rendered unrecognizable –
densely compacted,
compactly massive
The hole is the zero edge
between the mystery and the manifest
It is the threshold
between conception and birth –
from non-tangible to tangible,
non-physical to physical
Then in a whole ‘nother dimension I see
a living pink and lavender cloud
of translucent delicate feathers
and lacy fairy wings
The cloud breathes me,
I breathe the cloud
The cloud is breath, is
unseparated life, is
a beyond-within awareness –
This is the mystery which streams
through the zero edge
and becomes manifest
in the physical world
It is more ancient and wise
than pyramids and sphinxes,
hidden yet discoverable,
underneath and inside
the visible, tangible
world of the physical
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