The Silence of Eternity
In the silence of eternity, I was a particle of light—
Gleaming within the hush of the Unseen.
There was no I, no You, no He;
Only a nameless radiance—
Turning within itself.
The Manifestation of Creation
When the breath of Be! blew,
Truth dreamed the dream of existence;
And I, becoming color,
Descended upon the bosom of time.
Every particle spoke within me,
And I trembled at my own being.
The Veil of Color and Form
Then time and space
Drew a veil across my lucid light.
Amid reflections incomplete, borrowed hues,
And metaphors untrue,
I lost myself—
A stranger, gazing into my own mirror.
The Forgetfulness of Self
The ego cast a mist upon my sight;
My essence leaned toward multiplicity.
I wandered far from my own door,
And between you and me
A distance of illusion rose.
The Call of the Light
Yet through the cracks, a whisper came—
That primal sound:
"O particle of light, remember yourself! "
On the verge of annihilation,
I turned my gaze once more toward eternity.
The Return and Permanence
Now I am neither color nor form,
Neither separate nor one;
I am that which veils itself,
And through all veils, reveals.
In the silent chamber of manifestation,
I bow in the prostration of recognition.
And when my eyes opened—
Wherever I was,
All was light.
All was I.
All was He.
—October,22,2020
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