The Space Between Nothing

Musings on eternity

As if the Goddess had thrown a handful of diamonds upon the open sea, a river of glass opened up in front of me, a sprinkling of lightening bugs, a path melded by mingling currents — a division, a plane between realms sliding above and below, a serpent of light, the ocean’s might, a churning of density and depth—

And I wonder? How is this different, really, than the barrier between earth and the heavens?

Or the dark blanket of the moonless sky and the depths of infinity?

Or the mirror of a star dancing on the open waters, never destined to meet its twin?

Is this what the ancients saw as ether — the space between nothing, time without time,

a me without a me?

I’ve often mused about what it is to move beyond name and form and to simple “see.” We associate so many meanings with words. What if you allowed yourself to step aside for a few moments and just abided with the Universe, exactly as she is?

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Erika Burkhalter is a yogi, neurophilosopher, cat-mom, photographer, and lover of travel and nature, spreading her love and amazement for Mother Earth’s glories, one photo, poem or story at a time. (MS Neuropsychology, MA Yoga Studies). Erika is also an editor for Dharma Talk.

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