To rediscover Truth,
you must bridge a memory
much older than the thousand years of following the lives of your familial saints.
Older still than the two thousand years of calling yourselves after the Christ.
They tried to tell you.
The infallible truth – that is, your own belonging,
lies deep in Eternal Wonder, and the very heart of Mystery.
However quietly it sleeps laid down there in the walls of your cells, it remains.
Written in you -Word in your flesh.
Silence the outside voices as once before.
Remember in your bones what you forget to bring to mind:
Your own first heartbeat was reply to Holy Impetus.
Remember?
Others may interrupt the conversation,
but you have never needed any other to speak for you
to the Wonder who lives within and calls you – by many names, beloved.
Wake your self now and recall the dream if you can.
Listen again on the Pulse for your standing invitation.
Then TOLL THE BELLS – yes!
loud and long to ring your happy knowing.
And run your gladness back along the hidden express,
down the two-Way within,
Returning light for Light, Yes! for Yes?,
and thanks for the inseverable – Truth.
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