The Revelation

The Revelation

Life-

A poem unfurling

itself.

Speaking

through the call

of the owl that falls

silent against

the pitch black night.

Expressing itself through

diamond-sparkled shimmers

that dance themselves

on radiantly sun-kissed snow.

It echos from chambers

of stillness

that emerge

in the space between thoughts.

It is such a grand

expression-

Eternity

playing with

Itself.

Every atom of being

radiates

and sings

its ancient song.

There is nothing

that was ever anything else.

It peers deeply back at us

when we gaze into the eyes of other.

The trees and rivers

and wind and stars,

the vast sky and ocean currents

sing to us always,

reminding us what courses through

our veins.

“Go there! Go there!”

they call out to us.

Let the sharp blade

pierce your soul.

Only then does the wellspring

of eternal love bleed wine effortlessly

from your broken heart.

Wine that you might drink,

and be filled.

“Go there! Go there!”

Wake up to that which I Am,

that which You Are.

I AM YOU.

The only distinction

that ever existed was man-made-

a mind-made wall that attempted to erect itself

around a great expanse of Eternity.

Eternity

is still rolling

with delighted giggles.