There is a place inside me. Deep, deep inside me. A place that resides somewhere past all the darkness, fears and doubts of my humanness in a cathedral of solemn emptiness. Fathoms removed from the chaotic chatter of my mind, where mindless blabber spills like waterfalls churning torrents of endless noise. There, in the peaceful solitude it thrives—a most magnificent energy. It is a source of being conceived of purity, perfection, love and light. It glows with a mute brilliance, yet screams whispers to my heart. It is not the remnant of the Divine or Source, but rather it is It. The I that I am. My core. My essence. My very being about which all the rest of my universe revolves and journeys forth from. This core is the who I truly am, the who we all truly are. Nothing more than love and light. Gifted to each of us to be stoked with reverence. It is without name, face, color, or religion. It knows no want nor is burdened with any need. It just is as it is and it shines with perfection and magnificence. Like an embryonic universe expanding outward from its beginnings it stretches to grow in the dark void of the womb, but does so only when heard from the ears of the mind that seek knowledge and not those that require reply. Sheathed in a vast blanket of ebonic silence, I find myself yearning to float peacefully there for all eternity to feel its warmth and gaze upon its truth, for it is there I find meaningful communion with the infinite.