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In the deep darkness of night – no slumber in sight – bum sits on cushion, eyelids draw down of their own accord, breath flows in breath flows out. Beat of heart, song of great silence.
Out of infinite velvet blackness points of energy emerge.
They spiral into appearance, and as they do so they take on mandala-like forms. Some are glorious flowers. Others are crystalline and geometric. Others are snowflake-like, a blend of organic curvaceous-ness and geometric patterning. Still others are spirals, simple vortexes, or radiating arms like the spira mirabilis. There is no color, only milk-white light playing in the black vastness.
The energy forms appear to move towards the witnessing Awareness, spiraling and expanding, and then they move right through and into IT –
an endlessly unfurling pulsation
emerging, spiraling, flowering, and flowing,
penetrating and dissolving into
the unknowable Knowingness
that is ceaselessly watching.
this unlit light 
Beautiful…♥
Leslie – I’ve often wondered about you and how you’re doing! I’m delighted to hear from you again. Thanks for your sweet comment.
My goodness!!! So beautiful Miriam!!!
Thank you dear Susan – you are on my mind more than usual these days; are you well? And how is your mother? ♥