The holy depth of Personhood is what makes everyone a ‘one,’
A single Spirit painting silent Love in tongues of veiled light
By breaking down that blinding white into the hues that hew our sight --
An Indivisible Who speaks, Whose spokes are visibly outspun.
No tongue can tell a tale that has nowhere to turn, nor start, nor cease.
No heart can hold, nor mind depict, the All encoiled in this Now.
There is no separate space from which to see, nor time to gather how
This One is not a number meant for measure, limit, or increase.
The cosmic order under this unchanging gaze is but a blink,
A filmy glare, a glint, a blur, a daydreamed dozen billion years
In length, just long enough to wipe away the blood and dust and tears
And find our lifelong thoughts were but one thought, our lives what One might think.
There is no like to This, for likes are lifeless lies to Love, whose rays
So fully clothe our nothings in the raiments of the Real that we take
Those glistening images as facts, repeat that love till we awake . . .
To join the choirs of voices woven into One, for One, with praise!
The GOD You Already Know 