Poem: The Monad Speaks

I am the one before counting,
the hush before names are given.
No edges hold me,
no mirror can split me.

I do not move,
yet all motion borrows my stillness.
I do not change,
yet change learns itself from me.

Within me, opposites rest
like folded wings:
light not fighting dark,
beginning not fearing end.

You search for me in fragments—
in numbers, stars, cells, selves—
but I am not the many.
I am what makes “many” possible.

I speak without sound,
think without division.
When you feel whole for a moment,
when the world clicks into sense,
that is my echo,
passing through you.

I am not distant.
I am not hidden.
I am the simple truth
beneath all complexity:

before the question,
before the answer,
there is one.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie