when you know yourself
you know that there is nothing that is not God
you know that the face of God
is the Face of faces
you know It as both He and She
and neither: nada
you know It as the Beloved
whose embrace you can’t escape
you know Its Presence as your
absence, or rather,
your secret sensuous melting
into the ever-nowness of your aliveness
when you know yourself
you know that there is nothing
that is not this immeasurable immensity,
always hiding in plain view
you know It as the Nameless One
wearing any nametag with equal delight,
quivering like a child’s smile
simply to be noticed
Beloved
when you know yourself
you know that there is nothing that is not yourself
miriam louisa