Is there anything God cannot bear?
Are there limits to the compassion Love can hold?
Does Wisdom turn away from what it cannot fathom?

Nothing is out of bounds.
Rest in that vast, dimensionless, fully-aware space—
emptiness alive with infinite potential.
You are that:
formless, fertile, awake.

It is not elsewhere.
This vastness lives as you.
It is not distant or aloof.
It is intimate—
it enfolds, it embraces,
touched to the core by our agonies and ecstasies,
yet never overwhelmed.

Even as the mind spins its storms,
it—you—remain open, vast, and whole—
not standing apart,
but including everything
without resistance.

Awareness embodied.
Stillness as sensitivity.
Untouched, yet fully alive.

It laughs,
and weeps—
copiously—
as your sorrow becomes its own.

Offer it all:
the rage and reverence,
the wounds and wonder,
the ecstasy, the error.

Offer everything
to the beating universal heart—
to God, to Love, to Wisdom.

Be the raw material
of humanity discovering its own divinity—

like a lotus blooming
from the mud of its own becoming.