The Eye

“The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me.”

— Meister Eckhart

Today I feel it—fully, finally, with every breath and every cell.

There is no distance.

There is no separation.

There never was.

The veil is thinning, not just between worlds, but within me.

The one who sees is the one who is seen.

The seeker is the sought.

I am not looking at God.

I am looking through God.

And God is looking through me.

This gaze—soft, eternal, unblinking—is not made of eyes, but of essence.

I see through the heart of all things because I am part of all things.

A leaf trembling in the wind, a ripple across water, the breath of the one I love—

each is an echo of the Divine. And each time I witness it, the gaze is mutual.

There is no need to reach, to climb, to rise.

Only to be—present, open, surrendered.

To merge with what is already inside me.

When I look at the stars, they look back.

When I hold my dog, she holds me.

When I breathe in the morning air, it breathes me.

God and I are no longer speaking—we are being.

The boundaries of self and Source are dissolving, and it is not frightening.

It is the most beautiful homecoming I’ve ever known.

There is only One Eye.

One Gaze.

One Love.

And today, I am inside it.