i am filled

i am filled

the fine mist

of a midnight rain

pleaded with my awareness

to come forth

and mate with my consciousness

that i may partake

of the meal

offered to my soul

from the soft moonlit heavens

that look down upon me

the vibratory essence

of that “stilled” moment

resonated

as a solitary ringing

of a solitary bell

on a solitary hill

one clang of its clapper

and there was a burst of awakened light

and darkness ceased to be

and i knew i knew

al things

i melted into life

for being the created

i remember the hand

that of my creator

i am His

and He is mine

and We are One

i felt the fingers of time

knead me

shape me

and

mold me

from nothingness

to thought

to pliability

and my etheric

of non defining

non encapsulated

non containing

unbridled me

was all there was

i followed a sound

like a Cosmic whisper

of a known, yet unknown wind

and i saw my breath

my chest expanding

and contracting

keeping time

with some celestial symphony

the Stars and i . . .

my heart was no longer

that of my own

but ‘twas that of my allness

ever still

yet exponentially

embarking

that which is yet unseen

dispelling all previous notions

of Life’s, Creation’s

duplicitous nature

for all was unified

into

one marvel

one wonder

one thought

in mindfulness – less

and i am filled

yet empty

an allness

that is devoid of things

yes, i am filled

i am the overflowing abyss

of emptiness

i am filled

(c) 22 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.