We’re spoken to as we are made,

We're spoken to as we are made,

then walked out silently into the light.

What are the words, cloudy and primordial,

hazy and half-remembered,

dug from the murky ooze of our beginnings?

Go, says the Voice.

Go beyond the reach of your senses.

Go to the edge of your longing.

Make seen the Unseen, make known the Unknown.

Be the flame that casts a shadow

big enough to build a life in.

Let everything happen to you, good and bad.

You just have to do it.

No feeling is closest, and none is the farthest away.

I'm here; there's no way you can lose me.

That place is called Life, right over there.

It's waiting for you.

You'll know when you see it,

and everything starts to happen for real.

Give me your hand.