We truly carry within ourselves a source of the deepest belonging.
A flame of life which nothing in this world can alter.
IT witnesses the grand stage of passing things within the poise of ITs own delight, for IT holds within ITself the seeds of all creative expression.
All things are birthed in ITs sentinal solitude.
ITs siren plenitude covers all things partial, broken, beginning or ending – In IT there is no judgement.
Incapable of analysis, yet knowing all things, IT cannot know anything apart from ITS own inate wholeness, for IT has no ‘other’ than itself which are these bodies, minds and spirits, no ‘other’ than ITself which is this world we call Home.