Stillness beckons me
Into the heart of matter.
The heart of the matter.
The heart of the mater.
The mother, no Other.
Gives birth to understanding...
Stillness.
Elusive…
If I try to banish all thought.
And quieten all feeling.
But emerging, when I
Sink into the feeling,
Of jealousy, Of judgment, Of discontent
And find that there
Is no depth AT ALL
To that feeling…
It scurries about
On the surface of my consciousness,
Within, just under-standing,
Is a vast repository
Of positive energy
Waiting to be unleashed into action.
No comments:
Post a Comment