The Black Hole - a poem for womb twin survivors
The black hole
The black hole is death and dissolution, entrophy and ecstatic union with emptiness.
The black hole is pain and terror and the darkness of non-being.
The black hole is power, essence, and the majesty of God-in-me
The black hole is energy and creativity centred into a split second of life giving.
The black hole is a teacher, to fear and yet live, to live and not to fear to die.
Come with me now into the black hole and you and I may come to rebirth.
Into the black hole: come!
I am calling you back to the place of origin!
Into the black hole; go!
I send you into the dark to find the light!
On the far side after the maelstrom there is power and purity, and the pain of absolute unselfish love.
On the far side, where we may stand, there is silver light and surrender to the infinite power of simply being.
And when the moment comes to let life go in all its richness, the black hole beckons us, with riches beyond our wildest dreams.
Let us not fear the black hole or attempt to understand-
Let us be open to the goodness and the power that can be ours if we give it way, let it go, and surrender to the breath of life that blows in gales from out of it.
Blown by the breath of God that pours from the black hole, we can live according to the will of the wind;
And in our last hours feel the suction draw us down into that place of origin and creation that is the place of dissolution and death.
Sink willingly into black hole! It is the cloud of unknowing, filled with ageless mystery : it is the gate to paradise.
If we wait in this holy space together and listen to the silent and mysterious loving power within;
Then truly we will have a taste of paradise this side of death.
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