A Secret

You say there's a secret

called enlightenment.

But you are the secret

that was given away

in the beginning,

when the sky got em-pearled

in your zygote.

You were born

so that distant galaxies

might see themselves.

Now waves of amazement

with troughs of silence

crash on the shores

of your body,

cleansing your senses

with the birthless Presence

of ancient light.

All your questions

have been washed away.

Each breath is the answer.