This poem was read today in a live meeting and it was suggested (thank-you Ron!) that it might be the first of two… this poem illustrates a turning inward to knowingly abide as THAT. The second might be titled “Reintegration” and would speak of turning back outward to knowingly celebrate as THIS in the (apparent) world. Stay tuned!
Senses reigned in,
no seeking without,
what’s revealed within
neither believed nor in doubt.
Not something new
and not something old,
not even something
nothing to hold.
No conditions to meet
or required to know
this invisible light
that illumines the show.
Sequestered in silence,
so lightly composed,
cloistered by stillness,
the shop is now closed.
