Uradiance

Deep calleth unto deep... All thy waves and thy billows  are gone over me. ~Psalm 42:7 Beloved Friend, when they asked you what you wanted to be remembered for, very quietly, softly you answered, "Nothing." You are the grace of the effortless. You are the sound of the Mother's breath on my lips. You are the music that plays like sunlight on the ocean of silence. You are the Being inside all my doing. You never called yourself Guru. Instead, you lit the flame of the Guru in my body, here, where the flower is. And this is why I never call you Master, I call you Friend. I bow to the ancient river of silent teachers flowing from a wellspring deeper than thought, abyss of gratitude more inward than I am to myself. And there I find You bowing to Me. In love, there is no other. Deep calleth unto deep. This is the secret beauty of your humbleness. We are both anointed.

  They tell me I don't need to identify as Male or Female. I can be nonbinary. Well then, I sure as hell don't need to identify as Liberal or Conservative, Democrat or Republican either. I Am a political nonbinary. I take my Sovereignty back. This morning, the sun rises in my heart. The Kingdom of Heaven is within me.

  You are not a deva trapped in a body. Your body is made of devas dancing before the sun. At the center of every atom is the ecstatic cry, "I Am the bread of life, I Am the song of flesh!"  From the abysmal core of the oldest star-cast proton rings a canticle of light, the very pulsation of darkness. Overflowing with vibrations of emptiness, each tremor of silence an angel, you are an instrument of hollows and humming strings. Humanity is music. If you insist, "I am not this body," I will insist that you dance and sing! Painting: 'Angels Dancing Before the Sun,' Giovanni Paolo, d.1482