Dreantime - Awakening Poem by Andromeda Carefoot

DREAMTIME ~ AWAKENING

‘A lightness, soundless, formless plenum, filled with both the primeval consciousness that is the womb of all mind and spirit in the cosmos with the fluctuating energy out of which all comes to exist in space and in time. There is a no-thing in this cosmic fullness and yet there is everything in potential. All that was, is and will be is here in formless, soundless, lightless, quiescent motion.

The plenum is now no longer formless; its surface is one of unimaginable complexity and coherence; its depth is fully in-formed. The cosmic proto-consciousness that endowed the primeval plenum with cosmic-creative potentials becomes a fully articulated cosmic consciousness – it becomes and therefore IS … AWAKEN …

… The wise one stirred from his resting place by the sacred spring to be greeted by Dawn displaying her first mantle of purple against the indigo of the receding night. Refreshed by the life-giving waters he lovingly tied a strip of fine linen from his shirt to a branch of an overhanging bush then made his way up the narrow path to that high place most revered by his forebears.’

(With thanks to Ervin Laszlo and Lao Tzu)