Nothing to say

Nothing to say
Now at long last
Silence at heart
Peace and free

Venturing out
Into community
Never ever alone
Inner and outer

Life and love
Light and sound
Spirit, the divine
And God indeed

All that is real
Nothing is not
Imagined maybe
All here and now

Embrace gently
Present moment
And be embraced
In sacred harmony

Nothing to say
Now at long last
Silence at heart
Peace and free

“Vanishing appearance” — frettless floating kiln

Nothing to say but most beautiful silence

“Initially, in our enthusiasm for our practice, we tend to take everything we hear or read as the gospel truth. This attitude often becomes even stronger when we join a community, follow a teacher, undertake a discipline. Yet all of the teachings of books, maps, and beliefs have little to do with wisdom or compassion. At best they are a signpost, a finger pointing at the moon, or the leftover dialogue from a time when someone received some true spiritual nourishment. To make spiritual practice come alive, we must discover within ourselves our own way to become conscious, to live a life of the spirit.”

“We can feel the mystery of being born into this body, of being here for the colors and sounds of this dance. In this simplicity something renews itself, something completes itself that is really already complete. What is beautiful can show itself in its silence.”

— A Path with Heart, Jack Kornfield, p. 158 and 159

Nothing more to say at all