Within us all there is a black hole,
a monster of consciousness set on devouring the world.
A whirlpool in the ocean of existence,
that we steer like a child behind the wheel,
burning the carpet of time with our focused ray of attention,
prying weight and wonder from their perch,
and swallowing them into the chasm of our abysmal desires.
And the river of the times run most gently round our souls,
like the waters around a node.
How we fear these sunken doorways as the roadways of the night.
How our fright becomes our prison and our hearts become the key.
How the whirling mystic Sufi learns to dance within the flow.
When you see your flesh dissolving in the fires of your mind,
as the earth beneath your feet becomes the serpent web of life
You will step on through the shadow – past the veil,
and be crushed by the crumbling palace of your bones.
You feel your concrete hopes decay,
consumed by beasts alive inside,
who resume the banquet of your mind
There is no more uses for your lies,
come the moment you transform
They say a screaming star you may become,
and shine your damaged love on everyone.
This poem plays with the similarities between inner transformation and cosmic processes.
I have always felt that nature deals in similarities more that difference’s – and so why would the process of evolution as it happens in stars be any different than the evolution within a person?
I kept having persistent visualizations around the time of this poem of a great black mass of immense gravity crushing in on itself – which I imagined to be a black hole.
I felt that this was a symbol of the will to consumption that lies within humans that is motivated by survival – to illustrate – when I was stuffing my face with second portions at Sunday dinner – Dad would often call me a “bottomless pit”.
This black object was characteristic of having a force of gravity that dragged things towards it – a consumer.
Over time this visualization began to evolve into a strange explosion – where I figured that the great gravity of the object was crushing in on itself and causing it to implode.
This great explosion revealed that the black mass was newly alive and shining – like a sun.
This fascinated me as it’s allegories for human transformation – where we begin as selfish consumers that hoover up information and resource only to get struck down with depressions or fears – and just when the weight of it all is too much to bear – at the darkest hour – something is reborn.
We ignite – and become like stars – shining out emotions like love and inspiration instead of greedily devouring the world.