The thread you cannot see,
Is holding you all the same.
Shrouded.
Intimate.
Reverent.
Sacred.
There. But not there.
Until.
You make yourself open,
To know it.
Yet.
It is there.
Is.
There.
Requires Your Breaking.
Melts you in Being.
There always, constant
Loves pure thread.
Goldness and Godness,
Love twined with Beauty.
On a rope from souls eternity.
There.
Always.
There.
Touch it.
Yours, always
Forever.
I often heard….
‘In the beginning was the Word
and the word was God, and the word was with God’ (John 1)
But….
What was before?
Before the word
The space..
before the word.
The one in which the word was spoken
And who heard?
Was God then too?
In the Silence
In the no-thing?
In eternal no-thing,
Where existence hung
and just was.
In itself,
Silence before the act
Silence.
Calm before the word embodied God
Silence in the invisible, in which the invisible existed
Love, Truth, Mystery
In their pure calm state and
wordless noise.
Space before the word.
The space when creativity emerged..
and work, and rules and everything else
and ever since.
A wrestle in the soul
to find that same soul silence
the soul silence at the pre dawning of time,
Became;
Divine consciousness in the heart of our being.
Still small voice of calm.
Eternal calm from before
Present deep within
Where there is no-thing, just that purety awakening.
Transcendent calm, innocent calm
Alive calm, powerful calm
Calmness in which the angels are heard
That connects to loves deep consciousness
Whole restored
Soul calm
beyond, before, beneath
being
where no-thing dwells, just love
Just like in the beginning,
before the word
there was silence
there was love.
There your soul began.
And that is where you are.
James Ballantyne 