In the quiet stillness

The universe speaks

Without words

An uncoiled rawness

Shy and naked

Stripped free

From the veil

Of pretense and imposition.

A paradox of

Gentleness and strength

As it obliterates

Polarity, falseness and chaos

WHEN BREATH ARRIVES

The light shines

And strikes the compass

Without a dial

As it pierces the violence

And conditioned urgency

Upon itself

In this sacred space

Trust is born

Come forth

The Ancient One ‘as you are.

DAWN OF CREATION

Spacious, free, and clear

Unknowable and omnipotent

Humbled by the reflection

Of your sacred presence

Welcome to this space

With out violence

As we are One

Without Breath

Without Form

COURAGE TO BE

Your avoidance to being

With reality as is,

Is the violence perpetrated

Against Nature within you

Examine the urge, the impulse, the movement that seeks for experience and satiation.

Listen and attune

To the pain and suffering

Created by your own denial

They are kisses of truth un-realized

From the hidden harmony

Within you

Come as you are

Let the community of stillness

Purge the usury of self and others

Be embraced by the comfort

Of flesh and bones

As self distortions and presumptions drop away

SUSTAINABLE

The shy and omnipotent  teacher

Can not be manipulated, coaxed, or cajoled

By usurious intent

The stillness uncoils

Presumptions, urges, impulse, abdication, and avoidance

The insatiable ghost is spinning from fear

The teacher reside as the very stillpoint within you

Rest “as you are”