I float on the swells of
the great Sea,
the vast, open Spaciousness;
out beyond the thought
stream of duality.
Just the deep calm of Isness
rising and falling in and endless
subtle rhythmic movement;
a stillness that ebbs and flows fluidly.
Here there is a gateway into Rest,
the Quietude, where everything
falls into “The Rhythm,”
into the deep calm of the One.
I allow myself to be taken by
the rising and falling of Stillness.
It’s “The Rhythm” of the Formless
that holds me,
that sustains and supports me ~
that is me…
There is only “The Rhythm” in
everything, as everything ~
the expressions and experiences
We breathe, and are breathed by
by Mystic Meandering
Posted with permission from the author @ https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2009/12/nannuk-of-north.html