To Witness

What a breathless nuance this age of becoming.
A treasury of poetic script blooms waiting for the conscious mind to behold it.
Visions of unforetold beauty acquiesce to the one seeking its wisdom.
What verse touches a man’s soul yet leaves no imprint?

The song of life plays for everyone who dares to dance.
But perhaps there is no secret beyond this cryptic message
besides a true heart desire to show up and listen.
To step out of the way and let the Divine River flow
only to capture the words with the net of an empty page.

Does one need ask permission to hear truth’s bells ring?
Or is it enough to simply be present?
How the mysteries reveal themselves to the one
who can be still and dare look into the void
willing to see that which stares back at one’s Self.

Tis not enough to merely touch the line - no.
One must be willing to be more than just bold.
But to surrender to the unknown
and let the River speak its dreams to those aching to receive.
Like a channel reaching out to the Light of All Things
unafraid to stand in the shadow of No-Thing.
To be the empty vessel filled by the sweet nectar of witnessing.

Bare your soles upon the earth and walk tenderly.
Listen for her voice to say “This way.”

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