The eye-lotus seeing the sweep-beam from galactic center.
An umbilical cord to our cosmic parent.
One draws nourishment from the Source:
the more you draw, the better the flow.
No hurry to Be. End of thirst.
Sunlight and night in a single great year:
the grids of perception spiral to unveil higher realms.
We are safely embraced by loving guiding arms.
Creation comes and goes. You the Source stay.
Are you ready for the whirlpool galaxy of your ecstasy?
Source pouring into Source.
A sweet surrender.