the elements of being

the elements of being are not the magic of desire and forces beyond understanding that direct the movements of the spiral galaxies and solar winds. what is, is beyond the rock and fire of existence and resides in the open unoccupied planes where the descent is first conceived. before context and concept, before combination or creation, there is being, unadorned and indescribable, where the liquid is yet vapor uncoalesced. light has not yet broken down and time has yet to move, what need of space where there is no other. what is has no relation to change or composition. the oneness undisturbed before silence could be imagined. is it an emptiness? for there is not a thing there yet what can a not thing be? but make no mistake, this is what is life, the immovable, impenetrable, essential nature of truth, all possibility and corruption contained yet unrealized, from which the exact center of consciousness dwells and permeates all that is yet to be. and here the holding hand of being is connected without movement to everything that descends. each electron connected to each electron and in perfect random synchronicity across all space evolves as one organism that contains unending possibilities. yet nothing is apart or separate from the undefined purity of the being, undifferentiated within the essence of every created element of existence. we are pure and undefiled truth, without measure or nature, all are the end and beginning of everything we worship and despise. yet nothing touches that which is without the spark of life or death within. it is not to trust or have faith in but to unbecome what has been our defining attribute in each and every step of the undoing. there is nothing but the undone moment of this life and all life imaginable, for the being within the layers has no hold or feature to know or to become. what is the last knowing? everything has no meaning and I am not a who or a what but a was. that which answers the last letting go is the timeless trajectory of endless being that comes from nothing before light originates. the universe is emptiness abbreviated, shortened to a time and space of existence between its empty bookends. light travels from one to the other and back again, and in that movement all is the stage of consciousness, the awakening of the dreamer to the dream, to the possibility of becoming what the light illuminates, the field of awareness holds the light patterns and consciousness gives them meaning, definitions, arrangements where none before existed. for there is now a here and a when to everything, that there and this then. and what was once undifferentiated becomes the play of the creating force, the decider of the rules and regulations of the game, the length and breadth of the field, that before it was seen, did not exist. we like the original consciousness create the universe and make the rules and likewise we sit in the seat of the untouchable truth. there is no tomorrow or yesterday and this is the first and last moment of existence and when the game ends there is only the timeless, spaceless undoing that has no name.