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Details: Friday, 29 January 2021; Written by Eve Moore

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Star-gazing in the

navel of my galaxy,

I contemplated

zero.

The naught

that holds place,

space, horizons,

multitudes to

be borne.

It is the initiator

and crescendo

of all that is,

arrival and

departure

at once.

It is nothing

and everything

and far beyond

apprehension.

We count it.

We trade it.

We note it.

Amass it.

Still it

eludes.

This oval.

Like an

egg.

Launching

cycles, sequence,

inducing flow,

continuity.

And yet it lives

in the void, the

swollen effulgence

of blankness,

of nil.

This is where

she resides.

She’s been

relegated

to this

nothing—

her feelings,

her intuition, her

fertile knowing that

she holds the crucible

of creativity that

abides as

all.

She has been

exiled to our shadow

land, whether by inner

or forces “outside” of

our understanding,

we sapients.

For we’ve been afraid

of this place we carry,

that carries us, our earth,

our spiraling milky way,

this dark caldron of

making, this divine

portal—all of us

made afraid

for aeons of

existence,

of her.

She calls herself to us

in myriad and marvelous

ways, calling us to see the

wonderment, the banishment,

the nothingness that contains

the everything—to see

our hand in this dark

and to hold it.

Out.

Willingly.

Openly.

For there is

no thing

to fear

in the

other

hand

—opening.

Regardless

of our past

disinclination

to unclench

our fists, our

reach to the

waiting grasp

of possibility.

We are witnessing

the call to hold hands

in spite of the fog of

war that engulfs

our seeing one

another in

our true

light.

To make amends

with this, “THE” darkness

that births and bequeaths

and invites new scope to

enhance our field, our

new inception our re-

cognition.

To give it,

her, yin, new

consideration,

and with it, new

language to describe

what is not readily

describable,

inscrutable,

but not

ever

bad.

[Words=thoughts;

thoughts=things]

Unburying it

from our grave

grave yard, and

rescinding our evocation

of “enemy,” spoken

or unspoken,

thought or

unthinking in

her presence.

For until we do,

we will keep this

divine feminine range

of our expansive human

spectrum, with all her

mystery and depth, her

untold wisdom in the dark

so besmeared, it only continues

to blind and scare and obscure

rather than bestow

clear new sight.

We will not

be free until

we free her,

what she is:

the unknown

pregnant with

possibility.

Nothing,

aka, zero,

is more vital

right now.

Presence.

Not losing our

heads to definitives

of timeline and narrative

when the infinite does

not operate on

that scale.

We are

hyper yang

at the moment,

for this part of us

has been made the

de facto head of the

human embodiment

and is no longer

content in its

silo, its echo

chamber, on

its teetering

perch of

diametric

imbalance.

However

unwittingly.

He seeks union.

And is showing that

in a mobbed mind

overflowing

with need

to be all

or none.

A heavyweight

shadowboxing

face-off between

the energies of

survival and

of thriving.

Punch-drunk

and listing.

The sun is

almost directly

overhead in this

soon high noon

and the air it

stirs will let

us all take

a deep

breath.

For now,

we allow

the match

to meld.

We hold hope

as a great

activism

in the face

of what our

minds have

hitherto known

as reality, this

long division

unknotting it

self to see that

it is one piece

of fabric.

Patience.

Not our long

suit. But if we

are to change our

world, to coalesce

our great potential,

we must find

within us that

which we

seek.

Peace.

And

nothing

less.

∞/∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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—Jimi Hendrix

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