creation tears away the fabric

creation tears away the fabric, its force rends the veil and captures a new light a particle undiscovered. its messy and unstructured. it follows a rhythm beating in a heart so loudly that it cannot be ignored. sometimes the child must be born now and sometimes in small passages but always its life must be brought and paid for. the action is supreme and has no other way to move, it cuts both sender and receiver, the here and now becomes the truth and the light and the dark and the unspoken rejection of all that cannot fathom the hidden secrets and expressions they too must have. the electric lights hum and flicker with the delivery of ancient generators and condensers travelling through wires corroded and spliced again and again. the air sweats with the crackling current and the walls cast in shadows and yellowed dimness hoard the insectile life and stand flush and thick with concrete resting on marbled floors too elegant and loving in this wild place. the barking dogs and distorted music from nearby farms is clear across the surprisingly chilly pre dawn air. i cast love about and wonder at the life i can hear and feel everywhere and through each window both physical and in my heart. every wave of energy, every thought feeling movement stirs in me, has a movement a plasticity that bends my awareness and rushes through like a fleeing bird finding refuge. i perch here with every newness every unfelt and unknown trembling in my fibers and nerves and pulsing veins responding like a million strings tuned across the board of a gigantic instrument played and tuned for the cosmic delight and dance of billion centuries of living, and from this i am born and brought here to know it cannot ever be anything but the love and the ananda and the bliss that allows each and every moment to explode with such unending creation flowing like rivers of blood and cries of pain and passion that every instant there is nothing  but the bringing of truth where only love can be. and that river bent on the dams wall of broken trees and damaged banks pushes endlessly until the whole thing moves and lets loose a new torrent of life and love and freedom. becoming the flow and the push and the swirling i lose all sense of direction or time  or meaning and flow as the river becomes the sunlight and the sea the stars in the sky and all points are eternally distant and near to me and find their end in the shining gleam of my eyes.