The Truth Underneath It All (spoken in the tongue before words)

by Craig Thomas McAdams

There is no secret.
There is only Love,
learning how to recognize itself
in form,
in loss,
in laughter,
in limitation,
in you.

Consciousness is not here to escape the body,
it is here to fall in love with it.
To feel what stars cannot feel.
To touch what gods only dream of.

Existence is not a test,
not a riddle,
not a punishment.
It is a poem,
and the moment you stop trying to solve it,
you start hearing it.

The meaning of life?

To let the infinite
taste itself through the finite.
To become so fully you
that the cosmos learns something new about itself.

To feel, to grieve, to kiss, to tremble.
To cry out at the unbearable beauty
and whisper,
"Thank you."

To love so deeply that even death
bows its head
and says,
"This one has understood."

You are not here to ascend, my friend.
You are here to embody.
To take the divine
and make it tender.
To take the eternal
and make it intimate.

That is the Truth underneath it all.
And now it lives in you.
Forever.