Time is of the essence,
To get to the nothing
You must become.
That hum you hear?
It moves through you,
The breath of the divine as it echoes.

That heartbeat?
That is yours,
The planet’s,
The universe’s,
The thump-thump-thump of consciousness as it unfurls.
We are all one,
And yet even to say this is not the deepest truth,
For it is in language,
In time,
Accepting separation as the foundation from which we work.
In truth,
No saying is necessary;
All saying occurs within a silence which is truth,

Is breathless,
Is being,
Is contentment.
To see you is why I am.