The First Beginning

By Jeffrey Armstrong

The first beginning is intelligent,
A conscious choice,
An ancient voice,
Eternally wise and joyful, sentient.
Emptiness is unlimited possibility,
Not a goal
Or an empty hole,
In which to spend a useless eternity.
Coming and going is but a gate,
The room of Tao,
An endless now,
Fullness formed in space, pretending to vacate.
The non-dual context, it
Is seamless being,
Sightless seeing,
An undivided whole we intuit.
That whole reflects as one
Great light,
Destroyer of night,
Never rising or setting, glorious Sun.
The Shiva is a shaft of light,
Ever erect,
Shining direct,
Into the Mother matrix, Kali night.
Stars shine; planets find their course,
Contradiction,
With direction,
Great orgasm from their intercourse.
This pair reflect transcendence,
Time and Space,
Their mad embrace,
The clue is they are two in endless dance.
Before duality, two forms shine,
United and apart,
Of one heart,
But each unique and totally Divine.