The Cosmic Womb

 

Adopting the idea of shared and collective experiences in the individual psyche is the becoming and its reflection of all things. 

We all experienced that bliss when falling into the abyss or void to surrender and trusting the process that beats with the heart of nature.

Motions with the Moon through the seasons and growing wiser in the womb of time will be delivered.

 Not forgotten time, but re-expression in another form that is influenced by its nature.

Goldilocks the earth’s umbilical court around the Sun is the astral form as in the womb of the mother feeding its tiny molecules to the necessary equilibrium.

The turning womb of dark and light, fears and love through nature’s integrity is the freedom, when there is noting to hide.

The womb of knowledge understands all beyond time where it claims the truth completed here and perfected there.

Mother’s sense and the language within the womb in loving care, is the intuitive mystic that reads the stars around the cosmic womb.

In the complete unfoldment of human nature is the fulfillment of life’s purpose. 

For all reasoning becomes a ladder one can claim and fall, to suit the self. The mother and the mystic does not wait until hereafter, but do all as one can to progress now.

Wisdom is the cracking of the egg that becomes a stream of love and the water breaks. All heaven and hell are the manifestation of agreeable and disagreeable thoughts, not seeing life from its own nature.

The invisible steps of time in and out the womb are the notes from the cosmic music, to the deepest of life.

Nature’s peace and trust will not come to a lover’s heart, so long as he will not become love itself in the first place.

The divine womb is the love sustenance that seeks for happiness in all of us, to maintain itself.

The Seer or mystic distinguishes between the real and the unreal, until he arrives at the point where all is reality.

Living in the world without insight into the hidden laws of nature, is like not knowing ones mother language.