By Stephen & Ondrea Levine.
There is a grace approaching that
we shun as much as death.
It is the completion of our birth.
It comes not in time, but in timelessness,
when the mind sinks into the heart
and we remember who we are.
It is an insistent grace that draws us to the edge
and beckons us to surrender safe territory
and enter our enormity.
We know we must go beyond knowing
and fear the shedding.
We are pulled upward nonetheless,
through forgotten ghosts and unexpected angels,
realizing it doesn't make sense to make sense anymore.
This morning the universe danced while you sang -
it loves that song.