In every moment,
we journey out into the creation
and return home to the source.
Echoing the breath —
in and out:
in and out.

We are a permeable membrane —
an undulating threshold,
a liminal space,
where formless emerges into form
and form dissolves back into silence.

Is-ness is its reason,
its motive,
its purpose,
if such an overlay of personification
could even begin
to frame its eternal magic.

Only eyes of wonder
can see this eternal exchange.
When the fires of doubt
are quenched by a heart
beating to the rhythm of the stars,

One simply bows down
before the radiant majesty
revealed in each moment.


Image: Minor White, “Fog Bank, San Mateo County, California” (1947)