Fields of the One

Beyond the skin, where dust remembers dust,

a few souls turn toward a hidden music.

No road, no border, no name can bind them—

they meet where silence kindles into flame.

Bodies fade like evening light on water,

yet what they are was never held by form.

In those boundless fields of recognition,

they echo—endless, unafraid, and at one with the One.

To Carry the Master’s Words

Do not ask my eyes to lead.

They have loved too many forms,

named too many rivers as their own.

Do not ask my mind to speak first.

It has built rooms of mirrors

and called them truth.

If I wish to carry the words of a master,

I must become like clear water—

not absent,

but transparent.

One step back from my seeing.

One step back from my knowing.

One step back from the hand

that wishes to arrange the stars.

Then something quieter appears.

Not my voice,

but a wind crossing an open field.

Not my light,

but a lamp remembering the fire.

The invisible worlds

do not enter through conquest.

They arrive when the door

forgets it is a door.

And what was entrusted

passes through untouched—

not diminished,

not adorned.

Then words become more than words.

They become a bridge of breath,

a cup that does not keep the wine,

a window that does not keep the dawn.

And those who listen

do not meet the messenger.

They meet the horizon

that was always waiting inside them.

This is purity:

not to disappear,

but to become so still

that light recognizes itself

and returns home.

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Stefania Maggini is an Italian educator and poet living near Florence, Italy, and has studied the Fourth Way for four decades.  For an earlier article by Stefania, see: https://fourthwaytoday.org/author/stefania-maggini/.