Sunday, October 9, 2011

what is it?

What is it?

What is it that has arrived before anyone took the first step? What is it that reaches across wide oceans and tops the highest mountain? What is it that beckons and yet seems always to be just out of reach? What is it that tiptoes across the face of a starving child, seeking like a black fly for the tears that no longer flow? What is it that infuses the stillness at the bottom of the Mariana Trench? What is it that crosses all boundaries in a single kiss or an uproarious laugh? What is it that is longed for and cannot be named despite all the names? If it were actually missing, how could it be missed?

What is it that can make a man or woman ache with longing?

What is it that requires no questions or answers but is simply free and clear and out-reaches the furthest heaven?

What is it?

How could it be anything other than...


Never mind the spiritual maunderings or emotional whirligigs. Seriously, inescapably, factually, comfortably ... you.

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