in the reflection of her eyes
the beauty of creation unfolded
floating in the mists of nothingness
the source of all creation
a pure emptiness
empty of all form
just nothingness
where consciousness neither perceives, nor feels
within this ethereal bliss
yet this was the birthplace of existence
a hidden source of potential creative energy
imagine what happens unbeknownst to us when this ether of creativity and transformation permeates our being
we ourselves become transformed in this life, in this time
in times of drought….a hidden freshwater spring lies within….visit her often….
