Stillness doesn´t need to be danced away,
Silence doesn´t need words to make the space comfortable.
In the minutes in between, a world is formed
And dissolved; with every breath
Heaven and Hell arise, stay a little and then pass.
It all passes.
The sun watches its charges with noble silence,
The moon, hovers close to home.
We can hold the photos of life so close
We miss seeing the Pure Land
In the daily grind where there is no other movement
Other than the arising, staying, and fading away
Of it all. This is fine.
If we just heard the Light in everything, in
Every moment, we would
Sing daily and raise our hands high
Happy that all is as it is!Advertisements