Tathātā .. in the silence of restfulness
restfulness BREATHE.. inhale, exhale she said to him, hear the songs of life singing to the ears of love help your heart feel the poetry weaving inside of you waving at you spinning as you learn to feel as a scientist.. learn to question as a poet.. learn to breathe the beauty as a philosopher... learn to see the vile as a mystic.. enter the temple enter inside the innermost sanctum of your being as the great Mahasiddha Sarahapa once said to realise it, rest in unstructured ease without meditating on anything nothing to do, silently singing the songs of love and entering the temple of life .. in the silence of restfulness but that does not mean that the wonder has vanished away and no creativity emerges from that silence its just the opposite .. in the silence of restfulness is the great tree the tree, as it branches towards the heaven also roots towards the inner city of hell for now, it knows there