In an unknown vision there is I,
like the space of open sky. That I is absolutely all in all subjective, not an
object of a great blue heron in the clarity of I.
But almost fourteen-billion years
ago in time of mind but nonexistent in that empty sky of I, there is intent to
know myself, the pure awareness of the noumenal-only noumenon,
without phenomena of any mindstuff
galaxies and constellations like andromeda or sagittarius, or spirit animals
and other totem owls and foxes, or the superstring of all symphonic musical
dualities,
that I which I name Shiva here.
Within an unknown Vishnu, Shiva has spontaneous Shakti of intent to know this
Shiva. And this Shakti in a sudden revelation comes to Krishna
being which the mind hears as a
bang in echoing of nonexistent space and time for I know I, and nothing else, this self-awareness of an I, an eagle’s eye within a sky without
an eagle flying by.
There’s only I aware of I. So Shiva
says one word—let Shakti say the words to bring your story into being, all the
interstates and manufacturing the empire of illusion, me and you for two in Krishna.
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