All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest
through the prism of its own being,
drawing the infinite inward
until it bends
into a single contour of expression.
From that contour
is born a dialogue,
a voice of existence
that is unlike any other,
yet born of the same source.
All tongues are bound to one,
the tongue that is not a tongue.
It speaks in silence,
and its silence shatters
into a thousand voices.
Its crystal clarity is cleft
into endless chandeliers
of radiance and hue.
As all motion springs from the still idol-stone,
so does every utterance rise
from that Stone—
inconceivable to all else.
So perfectly still is He
that all things,
measured against Him,
are in motion.
He is the Other,
and beyond Him there is no Other.
So wholly Other is He
that all otherness
is born from His being,
and so, in their otherness,
nothing is other than Him.
He is not Other,
for within His selfhood
all selves are enclosed.
Thus He is not a self,
but the Self of all selves,
the Self divine.
