Lips of Oblivion

Lips of Oblivion

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I kiss the lips of oblivion and my name is Abyss.
So deeply washed as Mystery I cannot comprehend
or explain how I’ve awakened as
an endless swoosh of the cosmos through the heart.

The ideas and beliefs conjured as imaginary Anita appear dwarfed,
perceived as seamless, emptiness.
Vaporous body breathes and swirls the music
of radiant pulsing energies

complete with and without impersonal thoughts
and images for seeing
and not seeing
what is here now.

No-where and no one to be
and no-thing to be or do
as this imaginary symphony

of lights and sounds and yet
just for this precious moment,
an intimate view of limitless infinity……
and then… dissolved…gone…
as flow-less flow,
as perfection,
a whisper of blissful not knowing,
not being,

and yet being and knowing this is all there ever is,
or could be, as this appearance dissolves
as the vastness of oblivion.

Beginning and ending unite…ignite a flicker as this moment.
Thorns of loving loss spark union
and disappear as edgeless edge.

Brave sorrow and joy for the
of unicity as vaporous distinctions are seen.
Edgeless, seamless, emptiness, a seeming, appearing.

Brave sailor of vastness……lover of tides, winds, and deep oceans…….
let go and surrender the heart and head to destruction,
to the ravages of the deep and to death,
to the thin shadows of Bravery peering towards dawn
offering herself fully to the Sun.

Let go and breathe the last breath of surrender while falling deeply and
swiftly as silent emptiness
where fear and suffering fade with egos death.

Be still…notice all personal treasures are empty, edgeless, nothingness
appearing as full, contained every-thing-ness.

Laugh at the insanity of believing, naming, and charting a personal you apart from the wonder of all that is.

While seeking to find what was never lost,
and seeing finally what has always been,
 let go into death
and give thanks
for the infinite swirling

edgeless possibilities of appearing
as an instantaneous imaginary being.

Behold the amazing grace of raw wonder

and loss for a tiny glimpse of perfection.

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