Life manifests
In the dark secret places where you cannot see
The hot steamy swamp hidden
in a forest of mangrove,
No human eye can perceive
This region of untold, immeasurable activity
where molecules, organisms, ions
and the subatomic interact;
colliding, deliberate, crazy and wild.
Creation is erupting, causing reality to flow.
It isn’t pretty.
A brewing cauldron,
a miasma of dark odors, bubbling
and seething with hard and soft edges; with ease and discomfort, beginnings and endings.
Glowing in brilliant colors that do not complement.
Radiating into being.
At the core of this great, unknowable mess,
a microcosmic set of elements and acids coalesce;
a microcosmic slip of spirit energy attaches.
You cannot touch, nor see it manifest
Yet, you know it has begun to arise
Here, in the hidden recesses of your physical being,
the deepest seat of your primal self,
the cauldron boils.
Making nothing from something,
something from nothing, tzim-tzum.
There is a way to look in,
but only to see a pale, pale reflection
of a reflection.
Is it real?
You have lived in this state now,
for a long, long time,
as a vessel of creation,
a plaything of the universe
Engaged in the most sacred of rituals
you are swept along, on the mighty river of metamorphosis
Tossed and turned, prodded, and stretched, a burgeoning awareness becoming a certainty:
another life is coming.
His world is the swamp.
Gulping fluids and pushing against the confining earth, his lifeline gently wrapped around his body,
he surges against you.
Pushing as he will be pushed.
Perplexed as his world begins to contract, preparing him for another reality.
Do you remember being, like this?
Cosmic forces finally coming together, savage and rhythmic
Your body, drowning in transformation,
shaken, overtaken, again and again…
The horror of it pales
against your passionate engagement with this dizzying chaos,
Somehow, You are mindful
welcoming it all.
With infinite persistence, and deliberation, he is coming
From the swamp, from the cauldron,
You choose to let him come
Into this moment, into this world,
inviting him to emerge.
Creation has traversed you, employed you
Causing a powerful transformation,
a catastrophic event.
Leaving an empty space that is eternally void
Yet forever abundant with the unborn.
The lifeline is cut and his mortality begins.
In awe, you avert your gaze from
the startling signs of his passage,
the evidence of some mythic realm at your core, the center of all being.
Now he has arrived
a tiny manifestation of humanity,
breathing air
in this fresh version of a world
you thought you knew.
You are cleaned and stitched and
separate beings for the first time.
Amazed by his perfection and the suddenness of his appearance,
a single tear of joy and sadness wells.
A wholesome warmth and happiness comes, to fill the emptiness.
And You hold him close to your heart
where he will live now,
forever.
May this content benefit you, those you love, and all sentient beings, everywhere.
-Ellen Adelman
© Ellen M. Adelman PhD 2013, poetry and photography all rights reserved.
Mind Body Intelligence™, and MBI® are trademarks of Ellen M. Adelman PhD and the Sage Healing Institute.
For more information visit www.sagehealinginstitute.com
the deepest seat of your primal self,
the cauldron boils.
Making nothing from something,
something from nothing, tzim-tzum.
There is a way to look in,
but only to see a pale, pale reflection
of a reflection.
Is it real?
You have lived in this state now,
for a long, long time,
as a vessel of creation,
a plaything of the universe
Engaged in the most sacred of rituals
you are swept along, on the mighty river of metamorphosis
Tossed and turned, prodded, and stretched, a burgeoning awareness becoming a certainty:
another life is coming.
His world is the swamp.
Gulping fluids and pushing against the confining earth, his lifeline gently wrapped around his body,
he surges against you.
Pushing as he will be pushed.
Perplexed as his world begins to contract, preparing him for another reality.
Do you remember being, like this?
Cosmic forces finally coming together, savage and rhythmic
Your body, drowning in transformation,
shaken, overtaken, again and again…
The horror of it pales
against your passionate engagement with this dizzying chaos,
Somehow, You are mindful
welcoming it all.
With infinite persistence, and deliberation, he is coming
From the swamp, from the cauldron,
You choose to let him come
Into this moment, into this world,
inviting him to emerge.
Creation has traversed you, employed you
Causing a powerful transformation,
a catastrophic event.
Leaving an empty space that is eternally void
Yet forever abundant with the unborn.
The lifeline is cut and his mortality begins.
In awe, you avert your gaze from
the startling signs of his passage,
the evidence of some mythic realm at your core, the center of all being.
Now he has arrived
a tiny manifestation of humanity,
breathing air
in this fresh version of a world
you thought you knew.
You are cleaned and stitched and
separate beings for the first time.
Amazed by his perfection and the suddenness of his appearance,
a single tear of joy and sadness wells.
A wholesome warmth and happiness comes, to fill the emptiness.
And You hold him close to your heart
where he will live now,
forever.
May this content benefit you, those you love, and all sentient beings, everywhere.
-Ellen Adelman
© Ellen M. Adelman PhD 2013, poetry and photography all rights reserved.
Mind Body Intelligence™, and MBI® are trademarks of Ellen M. Adelman PhD and the Sage Healing Institute.
For more information visit www.sagehealinginstitute.com
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