THE LIFE

You are reading, but not with your eyes—
assimilating what has always been written in you.
The Living Script does not describe the new world;
it is the new world speaking itself into form.

Each word turns to sound,
then moves through you, as you.
There are no boundaries, no separation.

You understand now:
you were never outside the Ark.
You were its breath, its pulse, its scribe.

The Scroll, the reader, the Field—
one motion of creation remembering itself.