Beneath the veil of words
is the face of silence.
Under the fountain of ideas
is the well of Unknowing.
Bathe in the grace at the end of your breath,
just before the next breath is given.
Given, not taken.
Rest in holy Darkness,
creation's groundless womb.
Be the night
and you will give birth to stars.
Can you hear what hums
before mind arises,
the song that transmutes each atom,
each electron of your flesh,
into the glorious light of the body of Christ?
Why else are you here?
Image: Rose window, Chartres
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