The Conjunctio

The lotus blossom unfolds before me and she sits here with a babe in her arms. The mother, the compassionate one. Quiet, serene, listening to the cries of her children, the joys, the tears, the pleas, the prayers.

Her steps upon this earth are silence, her eyes look inward and she finds me riding on the breath of a dragon, carried into the realm of the faithful by the beloved, unmanifested, unearthly, un-being in the most ecstatic of situations.

I feel her breath, the rising and falling of her chest. The soft beating of her heart rocking me blissfully into peace until the lotus once more seeks the soft velvet eye of the unknown, closing its petals and sinking into the darkness. Sinking deep into the darkest parts of my being, burying itself in the center of my soul, waiting.

Waiting.....waiting.