The Perfect Instrument

The perfect instrument of Creation

Is no longer visible,

when the music plays.

It is the ‘Am’ of I Am.

It is the current

that elevates the great oceans of love’s ebbing tides,

upon the shore of Mans’ consciousness.

Here, now, all we see, all we know

Is that which is somehow reflected

In a place from our hearts

until now unknown.

It is the light,

the shining light of an infinite Love.

The instrument is merely a key;

for when the music plays

a door is opened

that can never be closed.

Such beauty – such a light

that would turn in time,

even the darkest soul

to the brightest star.

Be then beloved, that perfect instrument, be the ‘Am’

that reflects not thy face,

but the light of all Creation within you.

Scribe