Friday, December 21, 2012
These tools remain accessible.
Where there is meaning, there is silence.
Sounds causing waves of reaction, interaction, conditions.
Words sink in so deep, all I hear is the space over them.
That rolling movie of my mind remains projecting on the wall of the skull, a light show.
The feeling of warm hand on thigh completes my form.
Exhales join the inhales in the air around me, no questions asked or answered.
Even the music of my heart runs into itself like water into water, indivisible.
This open to being, being opens, understanding without tricks and illusions.
The candle flame consumed in continuous transformation.