All is secret.
Hidden and concealed beneath the disguise of form.
Hiding, occult – in plain sight.
Locked behind the door of mystery,
Hidden within the treasure chest.
And the essential and ultimate mystery is the One who perceives this
The one looking, seeing, feeling, touching, tasting that void,
That absence & that presence.
And it is beautiful that the best things are underground,
For all things are more valuable for their being hidden.
And it is the journey to the Kingdom of Heaven which is Heaven.
The pearl is always concealed in a clam.
The treasure is locked in the chest and sunk to the bottom of the sea
And God plays hard to get,
in order to be easier to get.
She is passive to entice your aggressiveness,
He conceals himself so that your yearning intensifies.
The sheep goes astray to be brought back.
The prodigal son leaves only so that he can return home,
And the child hides in order to be found.
All secrets gain something by being veiled.
For it is better to be lost and found, than to never have been lost in the first place.
All is revealed.
All is illuminated.
All is available.
All is revealed to one with the key.
One who IS the key.
The Key to the Mystery.
The secret is perpetually unveiling itself to you.
The secret is everywhere being whispered in your ear and hidden in plain sight.
Right in front of you, everywhere you look, as the looking and the looker itself!
Come close to me and I will whisper to you in confidence.
I promise, I only tell this to those I love…
(The great secret is that there is no secret
That every ordinary thing is extraordinary, that every stone is a diamond and every soul a star)
Only you must promise me one thing…….
To tell no-one,
Yet reveal it to everyone!