Theloopylululog

I am here.

I am here, my child.

You don’t see me, do you?

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A mould.

A cast.

An idol.

Just a piece of stone to you, am I?

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In plain sight, yet unseen.

I don’t hide, I don’t.

I just AM.

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My hourglass.

A bridge.

As above. So below.

For you. To the Source.

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I am here.

I am here, my child.

In hallowed sacred ground within you.

In communion with your light.

In peace with your void.

Alive. Dead. Betwixt.

Here. Now. Forever.

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #444

Behind the scenes:

The moment I saw this picture I saw Madonna, the divine Mother. A bridge between the human and the Source.

Clearer still was an hourglass in what appears to be just a white block of stone; a symbolism for a bridge that unites us with our Source. Is it the artist in me or is it really present? Who knows?

The words are a call to ones who are blinded and numbed to the divine all around us. Blind to the light within. Numb to the eternal that is right here within us, amongst us, between us.

Oblivious to that, which is beyond life and death.

This poem is from the perspective of the divine Mother calling on to us to SEE her. To see the divine in everything. To recognise divinity in ourselves. To feel the permanent in the impermanence. To go beyond the known towards the unknown. To move through the bridge she is towards the Source of all that there is.

Us humans rarely see the light beyond the darkness. The plenum beyond the vacuum.

The poem is a spark to ignite and to awaken who we are beyond just flesh and bones. To illuminate ourselves through the divine within us, thus bridging the gap between who we think we are and who we essentially are in truth.

Do you hear the call?