The miracle is the absence.
The emptiness of the grave,
of our hands. The letting go.
Freedom from grasping.
Grief becomes openness.
The need no longer
for there to be the body
that we can still love.
An open door,
always, insistently open.
The empty space
that can’t be disproved.
The Presence that eludes
all containers, even the present,
that has escaped everything
into everything.
A dilation of this moment,
an aperture opening, letting in light,
a vacancy so pure
everything is clear and distinct.
The space left behind
when matter has turned to energy,
even death turned into love
needing nothing, even its own flesh.
After pure change
what once had to be is now missing,
Light splits open the darkness,
revealing its innards, transparent.
The substance of weakness and failure
evaporates into a vast generosity,
escaping the heaviness of necessity,
as light as light.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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