Would the plowman cut down the tender shoot?
Is not the breath of death and life one in the same?
Through Him have I known you; Peering through the eyes of everlasting
the endless valleys, the strong mountains, the blue waters.
Oneness before whom there is no one.
Twoness dwelling in the Silence and speaking only with himself.
And when he Cried out [that one] separated from the Church] just as in the beginning.
Who is it, then, who saved the one who was scorned?
Wisdom and remembrance, of
The Greatness who came down who entered her body, that she might shed the disgraceful skin.
To be born again with flesh and blood,
Oh, speculation has missed the Truth, while the tender shoot is mowed down……
But oh, how the seed still remains. ~Mary Lou