This Forest From this Seed, This Infinity from this point

This Forest from this Seed, This Infinity from this Point

Singularity, Big Bang
There is going
From center to edge of the known and beyond
Bent space makes a sphere
Center and circumference divide and unite in cycles of mega aeons
Brahma’s breath

The apparent stream of consciousness and time is a collection of instants

Continuity is an illusion of nows, yet there is ever only one now

Tend the hearth. Tend the seedlings. Remember the center. Be in Balance.

The balanced wheel wobbles not

Habit is a seed planted and cultivated.

The gates to the vast and profound paths can be entered through this cultivation

The priest of winged universe employs the sphinx-pillars yin and yang to whirl him along

   through the power of dualistic contrast
His domain is fenced as a warrior’s fortress

Phallic fire snake, vehicle of maya, but also of union with the infinite

As well the purveyor of life, the future, and the race
The Going Horus, the Outer Clitoris, abiding at the helm
Contrast seeking balance is the formula for motion
Thus move the winds

We are the Lord of the Aeon, flying up to receive blessing-kisses from the Lady of Space

The Sun is our center, our warmth, our light, our animator

The Heart is the center of the come and go of blood flow
The Need-fire Flame in the Hearth is the center of the family
The wild and risen serpent in the hearth, mad to strike, appears and inspires fear
Wake up alertness and intricate mindful action
The precision of skill requires the harnessing of fire

When Starfire is exhausted, so dies the Star

The winged one is the Fravashi Guardian wearing the rays of the sun

The Peaceful Warrior, the Drala-spirit bearing exquisite weaponry
Here he cuts through delusion as he cuts through space
Armed and enabled with awakening hero powers
Knowledge of the Means and the Habit of Concern are his wings
Spontaneous Love continually regenerates and the Vow of Protection is his Charge
Long may he Spin