How to describe what can’t be
seen, invisible, yet universal,
what is, has been, will always be,
the Endless One, the cosmic force
without which nothing would exist,
formlessness creating form,
the mountain etched on open sky,
the music score of notes and rests,
silence giving shape to sound, as
darkness lifts the light from stars,
and spaces on a printed page define
the letters, words, the story: the space
between, around, within, that which
reveals, connects, makes whole,
the Space to which our breath returns,
the Space from which new life is born.
—Sarah Rossiter
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