You, lover of this greater
balance, bid me look down
and notice how the body
is more space than substance,
and suddenly it begins
to extend

not the substance, the space

flowing softly, radiating,
never overcoming,
but simply being with
whatever did not seem to be me.

Now I know,
God wrote me
about all this work,
and I have only just begun
to realise how sufficient
this truly is.