Where all things come from, the source.
What comes from it?
All the sparrows,
all the flowers,
all the stories begin there.
The light during the day
and the shadows and the shade
come from the center of it.
The dark of the night
and the stars and the moon’s bright pace
all start from this same place.
I come from the source, as you do.
Deep within our hearts, inside our cells,
in every sun and every song
the source exists.
It is where all things come from and begin
and where they will return and end.
Can you imagine it?
Can you feel its deep roots within?
It is always with us,
and we are part of it, always,
when we breathe out, and let go,
and when breathe in.