Entering the uncompromising

To enter

the uncompromising mystery

of pain—

is never the same passage twice.

With breath thin as a dragonfly’s wing,

I feel for the sheen,

the unseen opening.

Sound and light—

warp and weft of the same cloth—

hidden in its folds,

a sacred temple.

There, an unbounded dome

trembles open,

freed

by the silent sound of now.

In the stillness

between each wave,

a radiant quiet gathers—

centerless, shimmering,

everywhere—

liberating all pain

into the light that made it.

—Lorena Wolfman (2020, 2025)