Kathlyn L. Kingdon
Wrinkle In Consciousness
Standing amid the depth of infinite darkness,
I ponder the proposition that
I am not.
The stars release their hold on the night sky
And before me stretches the cosmic void.
It is me, and I it.
Unaware of a self's place within anything,
My mind releases its hold on the unfulfilled
Mentation I have identified as "Me".
The hollow space which hides behind every
Now reveals the vastness of its power.
The urgency of pre-essence to become essence,
The drive of that which is to release isness,
The static balance between ...