Art by Norman E. Masters
For in hym dwellith
'For in hym dwellith bodilich al the fulnesse
of the Godhed'. wycliff translation 1388
At the heart of each
of the ten thousand beings stands a door
a door to within
not ten thousand within's
only one within-
Immense wisdom and power
shares our inmost bed
encoded in our every cell
ready to come when called.
None of us is stranger to chaos
never more than one step from dark abyss
this single step- beat of hovering wing
enfolds and unfolds
between such folds
are we folden.
Folded and folded again- critical mass
tongue of man, tongues of fire
heart burns within, bread breaks
I remember you, whom I do not know
members we are, you and I
members one of the other.
Tongues of fire, parted yet one
fall upon many
forgotten oneness- remembered.
Today: ten thousand small flames
tomorrow: a conflagration.
Neither do I enfold, nor unfold
from the beginning, I am enfolded and unfolded
that within me which is enfolded
that of God, there from the beginning and always
that it is, the unfolding of which is my blossoming
my fullness is you.
Wu, the unmanifest
yu, the manifest
wuyu, the unending dance between
each gives over to the other, graciously-
and the dance goes on.
Frank John Culley