Before the emanation

Within the lucid dream heart manifest, pristine presence opting to remain still, chose to vaporise all objects in jest, to peep in the void, through soul’s window sill. The bardo shone with a translucent light, wherein sounds of silence hummed with power, of God’s bated breath just before its flight, into creation as a bliss shower. One with oneness, our astonishment grew, yet our formless awareness was at ease, for though this was not the image we drew, no demons remained for us to appease. Poised for eternity, outside space-time, the surreal silence sounded love’s chime.