The Storyteller

The Storyteller
 
This poem is momentous . . .
and momentary – like each of our lives.
 
Just a series of breaths . . . and yet, and yet.
Just words . . . and yet, and yet.
 
O Issa! Your dewdrop is all there is!
Ephemeral, yet eternally ephemeral.
 
Baba said, You and I are one –
separate as Beloved and lover;
 
one as His Whim unfolding every moment.
In the beginning was the Word
 
and the Word was with God
and the Word was God . . .
 
and the Word is God. 
The Storyteller is the Story.
 
O child of God, you are a cast member
and also the only one in the audience.