In the beginning

is now.

In all space

is here.

In the body

is a thread.

In all shadow

is a vanishing.

In the heart

is the most intimate

not knowing.

We are released from our bindings.

Traces linked us,

drawing the plow through hardened soil.

 The tangle of the great I am is cleared

and there is only vast mystery. 

Fullness permeates.