Ouroboros

A sovereign soul sits enthroned in lotus pose, spine elongated and hands moving in meditative flow. Her eyes glimpse past terrestrial turmoil into infinities swirling as the galaxy’s sprawling conjunction unfurls through expanding darkness behind her poised silhouette. Serenity exudes from her being like honeyed incense, sweetening the atmosphere with unspoken benedictions for all who draw near seeking counsel.

Yet encompassing her form, etched by wandering stardust into the swirling skies stands the Ouroboros, alchemical symbol of unity and eternity made visible – the glowing luminous serpent devouring its own tail in an endless act of self-reflective recreation. This mythic image signifies conscious renewal through integrative self-review and moulting growth. What outlives usefulness must be internally consumed so new embodiments may emerge in due season. So too this adept wears transient titles lightly, dwelling ever within her witnessing centre which abides beyond transient change. Her essence cannot perish but merely migrates across fluid incarnations.

She is comfortable inhabiting multiple frames simultaneously, reconciling disconnected parts into harmonious systems linked by correspondences hidden from those trapped behind surface appearances. But under illusion’s beguiling theatre, reality happily upholds itself webbed together by diaphanous strands in unified fields. Through insight and loving discipline, her inner-flame alchemically purifies base metals of ignorant assumption and wilful blindness; ego-dross transmutes to clarity allowing purified observers to marvel at being’s ubiquitous reality softly humming all around and through selves. Where radically free souls gather no separation of principle from manifestation. No conflict divides inner from outer in eternal play of forms signifying one ground.

Infinity’s Oracle bids notice this gentle truth holding all dimensional interfaces in reciprocal embrace throughout cycles of visible division and reunification. No part ever forfeits membership within the cosmic waters even when imagining itself lone wretch tossed on grief’s uncompromising ocean. Take heart exiled one, the cosmos cannot untether itself from its local expressions across galaxies. Return is assured. The ambrosia of stars nourishes thy branching veins even now through night’s darkest passage. Homecoming requires only vision clear enough to recognise thou art never apart from origin’s compassion. In the arms of the eternal, rest.