The Tender Void

Apr 7

let the space of the in-between
have its way with you…

surrender to the holiness
of the undefined;

the liminal portal
of cosmic intelligence…

place a flower
on the altar
of the womb
of what is now becoming…

the more we relinquish the reins,
yielding to
the tender void,
the honey of the pause;

the more clearly
we will hear the call
to resume riding
the wild horse of action
when the time is ripe…

such a practice,
attuning to
the primordial cycles:

ebb and flow,
stillness and movement,
praying and dancing,
gestation and birth,

the rhythm of spanda...

honoring the space
of not-knowing,

an ear to the ground,
listening to the whispers
in the numinous quiet...

let’s get deliciously lost
in this slack tide,

trusting that we
ride on the breath
inside the very heart
of the universe…

Waiting for the Pink Moon