Geode

Winter gestation stillness, within the Egg, part two of ''Improbable seasons ''

Succeeding to chicxulubean event of mythic proportions Flurry went on, an infinite winter that strangled Automn's fire life Maelstrom of contradicted winds be walled the Logos spark. In absolute frozen state for long dark, forgotten millenniums The once fiery earth petrified into biting jaws of crystal ice. Mother Goddess in her cold, naked, white, corpse like, bodily shell Bare a secret guarded, by ice cycled fanged dragons freezing breath In her underground matrix, lay unconsciously tomorrow's hope Protean zygote, implosively hardening its walls, compacting carbonic life of old. In its occult cradle, the Egg, unique single point of full potentiality, latency Depersonalized Eggo without ego retreats on itself gathering strength A step back, like the pulling of the string, an arrow, to forwarding let go Waiting dormant having chosen isolation, closed prison with an interior key Non-acting chrysalides in its stillness and regenerative gestative meditation Bi-dimensional the entity with no sides except: inside and outside The outside, all but ignorant to the inside compacted, death like oblivion. Waits with mineral patience, the clock ticking, on eons numeric scale In due time, before Time, before, Before and After, even exist, a sound, a note! OM, the sustained Brahmic vibration of shadeless frequency, magically rise As ice split the stone face of mountain, vibrative magic would split off the Egg And a new universe becoming by Big Bang, Ego, in time, long due Satori, reaches