Bridge Into The Void
Bridge Into The Void
You are song
Bound to my heart
Every aching night
Your voice of a gong
Connects our paths
Your chest expands
As I breathe along
Shivering trance
Between lips and soul
Anticipating pleasure
Yet I am getting more
So wholly I long
To give myself to dance
With you in my flesh
Lifting my feet off
The ground, no rush
In oneness we take off
Let’s not meet
Let’s dream instead
A dream floats above
Fleeting passion
Brimming with
Finite beginning
Freed only by vision
Of eternal love
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Inspired by: “Shri Ha ru ka aham”
This Tibetan tantric mantra means I am the holy cause and void, the original letter and timeless soul nowhere and everywhere.
The universe is filled with void
The void is God. The ‘divine’ is all including nothingness. We humans created words to explain everything we can perceive. Yet, we still do not know everything, neither can we perceive all that exists, just peak through the microscope and the telescope, therefore there is still space, a gap, an empty possibility that can become filled with something tangible, at least in our minds. I assume that our souls do not need answers, because they are beyond them, they transcend time/space. Imagination feeds the curiosity for having it, at least potentially knowing. Hence art and the stories in literature fill that void. Like Nietzsche injected science into the discourse of God over a century ago, the contemporary German writer Mokka Müller believes that “the arts became the new religion” in her illuminating book The Last Authority.
The invisible has the power to give us love that we need. If we open our hearts, minds and souls we can receive that nurturing oneness, the union of our physical, mental and spiritual existence. Aren’t you more than your flesh, your thoughts, feelings, dreams and musings?
By more I do not mean above, hierarchically superior, yet equal to all that we know and are yet to get to know or will just never know.
Progress can be wonder-full in the word’s literary sense (that’s why I am splitting it), yet perhaps we shall humbly accept that we are not above everything, but at a level playing field that may at times seem cruel, far from compassionate, rather loveless, but well, we need love to bind us, to survive, to spark our lives with its expansive nature in its purest form. For, love is complicated. As I am portraying in my current novel in progress — there are many forms of love, yet still they are One. May you find and experience as many forms as your limited life span allows. Trust love.