The Shilvian Spiral

"While we are sitting in meditation, we are simply exploring humanity,

[materials, and all things in existence] in the form of ourselves."

~Pema Chödrön, Awakening Loving-Kindness

Moku-Sou!

*Eyes fade, lay down the active thoughts, breathe...

All things fade to black as I deconstruct myself that I may reconstruct myself,

All I am there but am no longer distinguishable amongst all there is around me.

*breathe...

There is a whirl of the particles in my place.

They spin in a circle about my origin.

After the first cycle, they whir more vigorously.

Arcanely, they take up more space now as if they've multiplied.

I am more than just me now,

I can see more clearly.

My path is greater now; the arc creates ripples in space with each pass,

My memories of recent and of days long past bobble amid the waves.

*breathe...

I know that it's not just me now,

I can feel more clearly.

The world is not as straight as it once seemed; it now appears voluted,

The great arc of the earth is in sight as I move gracefully about it.

*Breathe...

What's this feeling? A point within a point within a point?

Where am I? The center or about a center?

I found myself back with my thoughts,

I was waiting back in the arc.

A single quanta of light to represent myself,

And that lonely speck contains everything.

*breathe...

That's where I am; the critical point of everything while circling the center at the same time.

That's where I'll be incarnated.

Mokusou Yame!