Commentary: Unseen

There is something here that does not arrive, because it has never been absent.

He does not come toward us in the way we expect — no entrance, no announcement, no movement

that can be measured. Instead, He walks within the very step we are taking. So near, so interior,

that to look for Him as something “other” is already to miss Him.

“Too fast for our speed” reveals something subtle: it is not that He is ahead of us, but that what we

call our pace is too outward to recognize what is already prior to movement itself.And so He is passed by.

Not because He hides,

but because He does not assert Himself.

Love gives itself so freely

it almost disappears.

Not gone —

but no longer separate enough to be noticed.

Like breath.

Like being.

What remains is not the finding of Love,

but the dissolving of the one who seeks it.