The Understanding

It is said: Be still and know that I am God.

I am the peaceful, vast ocean.

I am the field of rich, fertile soil.

I am the blank canvas.

I am.

On the ocean a wave rises, a star, a boy, a word.

On the field a seed is planted, a fear, a hope, an empire.

On the canvas many strokes, of people, of wars, of atoms.

But I forget the depths of my ocean, get lost in the play of waves.

The field grows thick with trees and weeds, and I forget my soil.

Covered with layers of paint, no canvas remains to be seen.

So I no longer remember...

Before I was human, I was always being.

Before the wave rose, I was always the ocean.

Before the jungle, I was always the field.

Before all the paint, I was always the canvas.

But now I have returned, I found my way back home.

With this understanding, so simple it was hard to believe.

It's true of every human, so contemplate this within yourself...

Be still and know: I am God.