Before we were born

Meet me at the liminal space between two thoughts

Meet me in the silence of your spirit

Meet me in the stillness of your heart.

What a journey—

So much happening yet nothing happening at all.

Awareness remains

Immovable, sovereign, alone.

Alone and together at the same time

One with all creation.

Every moment, birth and death

the miracle of life.

We are living poetry in an endless ocean.