Storying the Storyless

Quantum Source ... Quantum World ... Quantum Void ... Quantum You!

I used to follow my angst, believing it was real.

Now I follow my light, knowing it is true.

“Angst” storyless is feelable creation.

It’s 3 am when the implosion occurs.

Incoming! Shrieks the mind, it’s catastrophic!

Fear arrives, my boon companion.

We’ve been around the block a few times.

Becoming one with fear changes the landscape.

Neutrality shows up. Strong medicine, neutrality.

The shrieking morphs into vast silence

or perhaps silent vastness

from some deep unknown other realm…

Opening to soothing, sacred mystery,

how delightful that implosion brought this expansion.

Letting go. Sinking. Dissolving. Disappearing into this.

Power, no doubt quantum power 2.0, percolating everywhere

in every tittle iota of enormous space.

I join my Emptiness. I am my Emptiness.

I live from here.