The Void of Celebration

Release the grip on the reigns of certainty

Let the straps snap back into the abyss

Away away, the mirage disappears

What’s left here in the void?

What even lives here, in this dark terrain?

Which types of organisms does this climate host?

What does this earth interact with?

Who are my allies, and what forms do they take?

What does symbiotic relationship mean here?

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Slow down. Inhale, exhale.

I study my hands, imprinted with strap marks from eons ago

Lassoed by illusion, held captive

Or is that so?

What’s the real story?

Could it be that this was all my choosing?

It’s strange, difficult to distinguish

What is, what’s not

What’s mine, what’s “theirs”

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I float in this space, acclimating to this untethered body

Gliding through the continuum of being

I’ve heard of this place before

The liminal, the bardo

The place fully charged with infinite potential

It doesn’t seem like much, this nothingness

I open my other senses to see what they have to tell me

The invisible, they tell me, holds the magic

Follow the feeling and you’ll know where to go

The signposts will appear

They’re extremely reliable

Especially when you demonstrate with action that you trust them

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“They” are your allies

The ones weaving your web; constellating

The ones carrying you through space-time

The ones whispering to you: you are already whole

You are never alone

See that you are a holon

A vast world nested within an even more vast world

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Now that I inhabit this blackness

My precious identity is blurred

Like a fresh ink mark smeared by an elbow

Rendering the word illegible.

What was that word again that people used to call my attention?

I can’t even recall with clarity.

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What do I choose?

In this place of raw potential and infinite possibility, any energy can reign — fear, joy, anger, compassion, sadness, love, contempt, bliss

It’s safe to have my talons free of grasping

My hands resume their original shape

My belly reassures me with its fiery roar

The synapses are awakening with sparks of light,

The connection rebooting, restored

Now home in the vast abyss in which I am inextricably linked

To every other life form

I’ll get off at Exit 55L

And see what’s happening there

I hear they’re working on evolving consciousness with a spirit of celebration

That seems like a worthwhile ancestral task.