You stand on a threshold.

Before First Breath 

Drew starlight into being, 

There pulsed the Unnamed.

Not silence, 

But the womb of all utterance, 

Pregnant with infinite becoming. 

The Word was never spoken 

But Vibration

Eternally speaking, 

Not descending like rain, 

But rising like sap through 

The secret veins of existence.

In the cathedral of flesh, 

Divinity did not visit but recognized itself 

Awakening from the dream. 

Christ moves 

Not as savior, nor stranger 

But as the Mirror 

Finally unveiled, 

Reflecting what we have always been 

Beneath the gossamer of forgetting.

I AM, 

He breathes, 

And the pronoun dissolves 

No longer his, 

No longer ours, 

But the One golden thread 

Weaving self through Self, 

The luminous river flowing both ways 

Between the banks of seeming separation.

 It is both Mirror and Meadow.
Not for solving, but dissolving.
Not for grasping, but for being taken.

Yet to follow is 

Not by pilgrimage, 

But arriving where we are, 

Not climbing Jacob's ladder 

But discovering 

The ladder is us, 

Each vertebra, each rung, a heaven, 

Each heartbeat the footfall of the Beloved 

Walking home through our own wilderness.

Water shimmers, shivers into wine,

Not by miracle but revelation: 

Everything is already transformed, 

Waiting only for eyes washed clean 

Of the illusion that sacred and ordinary 

Wear different faces.

The Message unfolds 

Like a lotus blooming

In the dark soil of paradox: 

Not scripture 

But scripture 

Reading itself, 

Not words about the Mystery 

But Mystery 

Speaking its own name 

Through our lips,

The All shares

One breath.

In the end, the beginning, 

Where language empties into Light, 

Thoughts diffuse in the ocean of Being, 

And what remains 

Is the taste of recognition

Honey upon the tongue, 

Ancient 

And immediate, 

The flavor of never having been away.

It is You!

You are the water 

Becoming wine, 

Whispers the voice 

That has no sound,

No Source that is an other, 

The Word learning to speak itself 

Through the beautiful bewilderment 

Of thinking you were only human.

Shining in the Silence,
The Fullness without edges.
A flame that leaves no ash.

You step across a line 

To find that you are home.

What remains is but to remember

The path you never left.