So it arrives…
The gates of the void do not move, it is only I who travel.
Here, at the hovering wall of emptiness, fears rise up and surround me like haunting demons.
They taunt me, and laugh. I weep, I struggle, I scream, I cry, I lash out…
Until I realize that this void is not a vacuum. Indeed it is a universe.
It is the hand of Shiva, extended to me from deep within my bonfire of a heart. Ganesh is the herald, and Shiva is the fire. Tara, be with me on my journey.
May I be happy, may all beings be happy.