By Gonny The Son of God walked through the forest of his own thoughts,
believing he wandered a world outside Himself.
He sought answers in voices that spoke of separation,
and followed many paths that all led nowhere.
Yet within Him, a memory burned …quiet, but unchanging.
And one day, weary from seeking,
He arrived at a clearing in His mind.
There was silence.
No call to judge. No longing for more.
Only the invitation to rest.
At the center of this place stood a mirror,
aged in form, yet timeless in meaning.
The Son looked into it and saw nothing.
No body. No past. No name.
Only emptiness, gentle, silent, full of peace.
And He did not understand.
For His eyes were trained to see forms,
and His thoughts to treasure difference.
So He searched for Himself in what He thought He was.
But what is of God
cannot be recognized by eyes that love separation.
Then He ceased His seeking,
and the silence grew deep.
And in that silence He remembered
He was not the image He had made,
but the Light that undoes all images.
And the mirror was filled…not with Him,
but with All.
The heavens. The stars. The birds. The wind.
And in it, He recognized Himself.
Not as separate,
but as One.
A Voice spoke in His Heart,
softer than sound,
clearer than any understanding:
“Thou art the seeing, not what is seen.
Thou art the rest, not the longing for it.
Thou art the window through which Love beholds Itself.”
From that moment, He no longer desired words.
He spoke little. He was.
In simplicity. In peace.
Like a drop that knows it is the ocean.
And sometimes, when the moon rose high,
He returned to the mirror
not to look,
but to know.
With love and light,
G.