How Old Is Silence
delve deeper
if you gently dare,
may you
free dive to The Still
Point, for there The Dance Is,
to the foundational still of a rock
solid flowing, steam rises fissures fracture
lava heat magma gushes, New Earth New Heat
creates land creates islands of nascent
silence; stir, stir from next slumber a thunder, a rumble
dive not on the silt, stir up more mud, pent up released
let settle, let rest, let it be;
pause more before rise,
pause liminal in lush lucid dreams
dive deep each breath
this sharp subtle edge
unforced, un held, my fierce paradox wanton
and yet held, held tender in true self
softly raging creates safe inner space to reveal
to release with real eyes, two sea to be
True Nature,
My Truth,
My naked cored raw absolute,
no more mud, until there is,
no more weighty waiting or wanting, until there is,
The Totality
One Creature In Creation
now, held ever so lightly
now, held ever so gently,
each repeated pause, or more, or less,
to hold, to feel, to flow and ask simply,
post compete, post prove, post not enough,
Reel, too many Minions and Love Lacking Reels
Really raw now
really allowing, really accepting
an ever gentle
untethered unforced aware fully breath
revealed recurring returning
My Own One True Nature
Is Life Blood of My Own Fire Cyclic Breath
exposed, air water earth, now all so sated,
stripped, raw, post curious,
bare moment, naked, One Only,
Who Am I?
No frills no need to know no terms & conditions
Really full really empty
concurrent co creates and sits simply
with no fucking clue and no answer
How Old Is Silence?
(and that to is OK)
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| Simple - clear - concise - when ready to really receive - Your Own True Nature |
