First hand

At some point you will have put down the words down.

Put the maps down.

Close the sacred books.

Look up.

Stop being enthralled by the journeys

of your spiritual heroes

At some point, you will have to get up,

open your door and walk out into the 

sunlight of your Being and feel its light and 

its warmth on your own skin.

Firsthand.

No longer satisfied by catching a glimpse of it

through the windows of another's experience;

but stand in its full and glorious light,

naked and vulnerable and

in holy surrender with the story of your life

with all its twists and turns and tortured tales

lying pink and belly-up under the dome

of the disinterested sky:

with thanks to:

Wonder, silence, gratitude