THE BLISS OF STILLNESS

Even the winds of these words disturb the delicacy of Stillness.

Breathing in, breathing out, form a Teflon welcome mat for friendly thoughts; no decision needed for which friends to open the door.

Clouds pass, sitting with the Beloved; the sky shows light and dark.

I am most content in the thought-free zone with no desires, wanting, clinging, longing, concepts, planning or agenda. Encompassed by fragrance of spring lilac, a beloved remembrance that may be exuding from my own pores.

When Nirvana and samsara are both held within each other and there is no distinction … I am Home.

As awareness walks amidst clanging and buzzing it smiles at these chimes of human existence which have no intrinsic meaning. It notices awareness of senses and awareness of awareness and does not partake or reject.

No constriction. In time-lapsed expansion – all is moving particles of light and sound on a screen witnessed with no projector ever to be known.

Yet the sweetest smile in my heart has a taste on its lips