Only boundless emptiness – nothing else.
Full – saturated with silence.
1 ~ ∞ ~ 0
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Then there is a pause. And in that moment
an urge stirs the oceanic peace.
1 emerges from 0, separates and, turning,
strikes it in an attempt to re-merge.
But ∞, the link, is lost.
Again and again the stick strikes the circle,
fullness dances around emptiness,
on and on and on … seeking out eternity.
The drum beat. The sound of past splitting
from future, creating time.
In the centre: the present moment,
waiting, pregnant, absorbed in the rhythm.
There is a curdling, a dream, a creation.
A breath is drawn, eyes open to an inrush of beauty.
A presence is sensed, an attraction, a receding.
A division, a multiplication: 1 becomes 2.
All becomes Higgledy – Piggledy.
Higgledy: blooming, dissolving, reforming, expanding,
becomes the world, carrying the sound of the drum with her.
Piggledy: new-born, remains in the centre – listening, wondering, wanting …
