Into the bosom of Erebus dark and deep
Laid a wind-born egg, and as the seasons rolled
Forth sprang Love, the longed-for, shining, with
wings of gold. ~Aristophanes

Into singular darkness
Love sprang!
bright points -
stars, illuminative and planets, reflective
some seemingly centric some binary-born
all in aspects
retrograde or direct,
conjunct or opposed
so came duality.

(Such a multitude of night’s children,
each creating a gravity
well of attraction by sign and degree,
each attached by a quantum web of possibility.)

A star, call it Arjuna or Sophia,
gains a mass greater than most; burns so brightly
it seems to be master of all that it reveals. Consumes all within reach
for fuel to create its light, intensely. Only aware at its surface that it exists;
magnificent, unique, (seeming to defy duality) consuming quarks, muons and mysteries;
all else there to serve its ends – the matter of its supreme existence.

Occult within the heart of such
cosmic ruler lays a solid core
(denser than the insignificant
surface surrounding) unrelentingly absorbing
without release that which the surface
is unaware it has not burned.

(Such illusion is the ego’s
being in time, in space;
densest truth is its hidden face
slowly increasing in mass, in weight;
to it, the surface seems only waste,
light scattering into surrounding darkness.)

Eventually the star’s surface finds no other left to feed on and its light becomes
t - h - i - n
and that nestled egg - heart’s substance
reaches critical mass - touches
the event horizon
and collapses
through love
back into

SINGULARITY