Abyss Has Opened

"Abyss has opened, full of stars" - Lomonosov

Abyss has opened full of stars.

Pluto to Venus, Moon to Mars -

We see the universal force

Charting the cosmos from its source.

Abyss of stars; in stars, abyss -

From depths to heights - from ague to bliss -

The life is manifest in all -

In every part, key to the whole -

In whole, key to every part.

The mind to soul, the breath to heart -

All of life's pieces intertwined

And through the synthesis refined.

The void in me, the stars in you -

The will to be, the sight that's true -

Will intermingle and imbue

The world with light of every hue,

That will commingle into white

And frame and sanctify the night

Shining throughout the day with sun -

And in the night, when course is run,

Return again to their source

And be the parcels. And of course

Inside each star, its own piece

Of wisdom, ecstasy and bliss.

Abyss has opened, full of stars. 

Come with me darling, let us parse

The code contained within the whole

Into the knowledge of the soul.

We are the stars; we are the void -

The burning passion is employed 

To light the path, to guide the way

And let the cosmic forces play

Within the whole, as holes within

Are by the interplay worn thin

And disappear in the night

To reabsorb into the light.

Galactic wisdom knows it all;

Spacetime collapsed in a black hole

As world around it rushes by

And man asks what, and how, and why;

The incongruity within -

The passions torn, the mind worn thin -

Reflect the daylight and the night

In endless love; in endless fight.

Through all abysses in the space -

Through all that in abysses plays -

Through quasars, galaxies, red shift -

Through truth, invention and deceit -

Through spirit's longing and heart's pain -

Through reasoned words and speech insane -

Through passion, terror and delight -

Through day and twilight and the night -

In all that lives; in all that's here

In ocean, island, atmosphere

In jungle, desert, tundra, steppe

In every place on which I step -

In atom cracked, its core undone -

In colors blending into one -

In forces crumbling on themselves -

In the commingling of the selves -

In space collapsed and rearranged -

In mind extended and deranged -

In lyre of life, in drum of death -

In Keats, Neruda, Rumi, Plath -

In senses shattered to the core 

Till Present touches Evermore -

In every minute flung ajar -

I be abyss; you be the star.