One

One vibration
inaugurates the All
and rides its own wave,
the crest
of which
stands to look us  
in the eye
as if to ask
if we are
yet resolved
to be wholly
ourselves.

We laugh or cry,
regardless.

And the truth awaits
our understanding.

At the end
of a long tunnel
a light ignites,
and it is the All,
welcoming us back
into its own,
and glad to hear
the stories
of our lives.

The campfire is ablaze
with glory
and a few small notions.

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