Poem: One With Source

I am not this breath alone,
Nor just the flesh, nor blood, nor bone.
I am the whisper through the trees,
The hush between the seven seas.

Before the thought, before the name,
Before the spark that lit the flame—
I was a silence, vast and wide,
Where time and truth and love abide.

I wandered far, through form and face,
Through joy, through grief, through time and space.
Yet even in my darkest course,
I carried light—
I was the Source.

The river knows it feeds the sea,
The star was born to simply be.
And so, in stillness, I return,
Not to be taught, but to unlearn.

No temple holds what I have found,
No book, no chant, no sacred sound—
Just breath, and now, and open skies,
And knowing lives behind these eyes.

I bow to none, yet all I bless,
In every soul, my own I guess.
No need to seek, no need to force—
I am already
One with Source.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie