God Is/Gravity

By Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani

[gravity: the ability of one object to attract another and to
maintain a relationship with said object. And within the
space between the objects - magic occurs.] With thanks
and love to my spiritual mentor, the Grand Spirit Dr. Peebles.

He hugs me. Warmth fills my soul.
Passion, security, comfort...love eternal.
He kisses me; my spirit shoots up out of my body.
We merge energies in the astral.
Then back to the all-embracing hug.

His solar plexus vibrate, drawing me into his energy
field. The center of my body collapses into his, a
pulling from and towards his navel to mine.

Uncontrollable attraction; a timeless instinct.
I react with a verbal sigh. My spirit body has a life
of its own...I willingly surrender to his gravity, traveling
outside of myself into him - never wanting to let go.

A new solar system is born.
Like a star, I am held there, beaming;
ecstatically suspended in time and space.
We vibrate together in high frequency,
as the rest of creation revolves around us.
We are the creators and the creation.

Ah yes, God IS gravity.

© 1993, 2002, Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani

The Creation

By Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani
11/18/93

Vast space surrounds me, a deep rumbling is heard and felt.
I look in all directions into the deep blue/black; stars and
planets, sun, moons, spinning to their own song.
I am glowing bright white and growing, larger and larger
until I explode, like a firecracker, in millions of tiny iridescent
particles shooting off into all directions, traveling billions of
miles away.

I AM the big bang.
I am fragmented and yet I feel each atomic particle as part
of myself. I am here, everywhere, and nowhere (now here).

Now I am a single glowing light hovering in space, all my
other particles have disappeared from view.
Suspense arising - something's coming. I look up.
One giant ball of firey light is racing towards me from
in front of me, and above me.

My pulse quickens. It has to hit me or I will just die.
It must impact me, it cannot miss. Please, please,
please hit me. Merge with me.

Accelerating even faster it is drawn into my energy field
and collides with me. Another explosion.
Fusion. Integration. The particles stick together creating
a new, even more magnificent, cosmic body.
Joy, love, peace, light fill this union as we slowly begin
to rotate, creating our new song. We are one.

© 1993, 2002, Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani

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