O Endless Creator, Force of Life, Seat of the Unconscious,
Dharma, Atman, Ra, Qalb, Dear Center of our Love,
Christlight, Yaweh, Allah, Mawu,
Mother of the Universe . . .

Let us, when swimming with the stream,
become the stream . . .
Let us, when moving with the music,
become the music...
Let us, when rocking the wounded,
become the suffering . . .

Let us live deep enough
till there is only one direction . . .
and slow enough till there is only
the beginning of time . . ..
and loud enough in our hearts
till there is no need to speak . . .

Let us live for the grace beneath all we want,
let us see it in everything and everyone,
till we admit to the mystery
that when I look deep enough into you,
I find me, and when you dare to hear my fear
in the recess of your heart, you recognize it
as your secret which you thought
no one else knew . . .

O let us embrace
that unexpected moment of unity
as the atom of God . . .
Let us have the courage
to hold each other when we break
and worship what unfolds . . .

O nameless spirit that is not done with us,
let us love without a net
beyond the fear of death
until the speck of peace
we guard so well
becomes the world . . .

This poem was contributed to Spirituality & Practice for the anniversary of 9/11. Mark Nepo is a bestselling author, poet, philosopher and one of our Living Spiritual Teachers.