I sit in the reflection

of HIS gaze,

and rapture

fills my being.

The swirlings of cosmos

and galaxy

wind around me

drawing my being

into the vortex

of formless unity.

He looks upward

and the light

of a million stars

pointedly glare back.

Each flowing into

its own rhythm of

celestial course.

He looks downward

and form

moves and stirs beneath

the scrutiny of HIS gaze.

All is quickened by

this illumined SELF-awareness.

Formless brilliance flashes

its point of beacon

drawing HIS gaze

upwards

and in response

the path is opened.

The singular eye of

the primal void

focuses as

droplets of soul filled

tears issue forth.

This torrent of force

a floodgate

of potentiality.

The Cosmic Father draws

this river into HIS Essence.

The Great Mother parts the veil

and readies her womb

as seed spills forth and

the circuit of creation

fulfills its promise.

I sit in the reflection

of HIS gaze,

and rapture

fills my being.

The quickening now complete.

The first spark of Life

lay sleeping in my fertile

belly.

-R.Fennelly-