The following is the mystical description of the design of the structure COM must take place in, and the spiritual process that unfolds as a result of one’s engagement in COM. Although it is poetic and metaphorical in nature, its purpose is to describe and guide an individual through the detailed acts of COM, and tells a step by step process that should be looked at similarly to an instruction manual. Just as the mystical experience cannot be described by logic or emotions alone, the map of COM combines these two seemingly opposing aspects to form one explanation to guide us in our self’s journey into itself: The Journey of COM
From the antithesis of absence
Within eternal void
Plucked creations contradiction
Void in the light
Light in the void
Held in the center of it’s countless axes: the will for perception
And in the consecration of the self, grounds upon a sojourn form
It expands out in 3 dimensions
And maintains stability in the 12 pedaled rose-gord
But the facets’ fascination still falls short
Quests goal still hidden
The Continued uncertainty of the structure and steel.
Quietly admits to it’s captain “I too am not real”
So the ship remains unmoved, anchored in sands trickling hourglass, unknowable time
And upon the skeletons stillness a spider spins its web.
In dedication to the weaving string
And mantra to self “running and returning”
Now the Mast of Mind arise to sail toward sovereign shore
Yet stranded still despite newly gained motion
Horizon of possibility indistinguishable within the sun’s blinding glare
But at the end of it’s journey across the sky
Upon inversion of the westward mirror.
Vesper’s night favoring sparkles bow to their concealer’s fading light vail.
Now, Celestial navigation formed by coordination of shining bodies
Their internetworking light-web projected upon the spiders screen.
It draws it’s map in the meeting of the wind and sail and sea sailed upon
Waves carved upon the hull which whisper the route toward the seekers goal.
But despite it’s patterns and colors and hope for home,
It cries out in desperation: “this beauty is not my own”
It projects and reflects a communal intellect
And creates and recreates in all places and states
As it sits face to face in its unending bipolar interface
And dances in binary, transmuting it’s form. absolute to void it decays.
Returns again to spirals center point and fades
And as drop returns to ocean, a bell chime glows throughout the sky
Calling forth re-inversion, the chariot’s eastward rise
Carry on soul galeon, you seeker, you sadhalk scintillating in the burning sand.
Combine the desert and the ocean, the day and the night
Now perceptions eye blooms open, awakened by the self’s journey to itself