Poem: Song of the Monad

Before the first breath
before thought learned to rise,
there was a single shining point—
a quiet star behind all skies.

No fracture, no division,
no shadows born from two;
the Monad dreamed in perfect stillness
the seed of me, and you.

It is the spark that does not flicker,
the atom no hand can break,
the secret pulse beneath all forms
that matter cannot overtake.

Within each wandering heart it lives,
an ancient note of the Divine,
the memory of a boundless whole
pressed into a single line.

Not ego, nor the fleeting mask
we trade in daily games—
it is the silent witness
that knows us by our truest names.

A mirror of the Infinite,
yet small enough to hold,
the Monad waits for us to listen
as its subtle truths unfold.

For in that core of unity,
each soul recalls its part:
that all is One, and One is all—
the source within each heart.

So trace your breath back to its origin,
past time, past form, past fear;
there you’ll find the shining point
that’s never not been here.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie