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 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 

as above, so below
as within, so without 

just a witness
an entropy of the universe 

Tathātā


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