meditation magic

Floating in the cosmos of All, hovering between two ethereal dimensions.
Standing on the inside edge of a gold lined, silver wedding band.
The archetype and I took turns leaning into one dimension, then the other.
Spiraling into the reality of both, hand in hand.
We danced the evolution of slow, pivotal movement,
finally dissolving separation.
Blended in both worlds, a new one emerging,
Me and this lover, unified in direction.
We floated gently onto fragile land,
Surrounded by one pointed intention.
In the world, but not entirely of it,
The universe thinking through us as personal perception.
Still held in the physiology of love’s knowing.
I am the vine, and you are the branches.
Purpose, with no agenda. Direction, with no requirements,
Home in and out, we uncover authenticity in our dance.
Here the play of patterns abounds,
Where waves of denied distress must rise,
Aware and pristinely welcomed, and felt,
Emptiness and love cleverly re-found.
The masculine merging with the bliss of love,
The feminine merging with the purity of power,
The perfumes of free conscious awareness
Take a priestly bow to the mud and the lotus flower.