Sacred Mystery of Being,
you who move through all things as love —
now let your servant rest in peace,
for my eyes have seen what they waited for.
I have seen the flowering of your spirit
emerging against all the odds,
through voices struggling to be heard across the world:
the persecuted, the dispossessed, the outraged,
the scholarly, the observant,
and the mother trees.
I have also seen the despots and the tyrants,
drunk on their own power,
wielding planet-breaking force
to enrich themselves and gratify their egos
by whatever corrupt means they can muster.
And still — the flowering.
And still — the voices.
And still — the love that will not be extinguished.
To those in the struggle, I say:
you are simply the latest form
of what has been manifesting
since energy first encountered gravity
and produced stars and galaxies.
Persist with every ounce of your energy and discernment.
You are the ocean expressing its truest nature.
To the tyrants, I say:
desist. Your efforts are futile.
You cannot overcome what is
and claim it all for yourselves.
Stars generate rebirth when they become supernovae.
Black holes draw surplus energy from the struggle.
You are a wave trying to be the ocean.
I do not know how it will end.
That is not part of what I have been gifted.
But I know that love will prevail,
because THIS IS.
Terry Cooke-Davies
Folkestone, 5th December 2025
