Still Waters You’ll never think your way out of thought, But you can Feel, ever, ever more deeply, That within which, to which, and as which, thought arises, Until, Feeling ever… ever… ever more deeply, You Become that Formless… Unlocatable… Aliveness, And thought, though ongoing, is simply… no longer… heard, Attention having ceased its outward…
There is a voice more dear to me
Than man or woman’s e’er could be—
A “still small voice” that cheers
The woes of these my darker years.
Your cries are heard within your heart –
which way to go, which way to start?
Do not despair, be brave, be strong,
your light will shine – it won’t be long.
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.