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 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
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 is no heaven or hell
but only a play
for now, being in silence.. the tree knows
the roots are the depth
the branches are the height
its being, the balance of creation
its being, the balance of creation
as above, so below
as within, so without
just a witness
an entropy of the universe
Tathātā
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