If you’re searching
For yourself,
Look beneath
The pause
Between thought
And no-thought.
And make sure
To bring your light.
It can get
Dark in there.
silent sitting
The you
That you will be next
Is likely waiting
In the space between
Stillness and not-thinking.
Go quick!
Beneath the
Impulse to act
Is your
Path to being
And your
Greatest discovery.
If we sit long enough
We may sprout wings
Behind our thoughts
And fly across
The vast sky
That is the Self
Within our hearts.
Whether for
One minute,
One hour,
Or one day
Sitting on our meditation cushion
Prevents violence,
Preserves lives,
And lovifies the
Human heart.
My teacher reminds me
To go in
Before I go out,
To let go
When embracing all things,
To be still
In my actions,
And just how loud
Silence can be.
Stillness points
The way
To my perfect brokenness.
Wholeness at last.
I sit
And Silence visits.
It is the light
That illuminates
Worlds within world
And Selves within self.
Today,
I move through the world
In a sitting position
Seeking after Life
With all my senses.
I’m like a dog,
Sniffing every scent,
In search of its Master.
I am learning to maintain
My empty position of Self as itself.
So, I sit while sitting
And sit while not sitting.
I refuse to get up
From the posture of
The unfolding reality of Life.
Path to Being 