
Silence
Stillness
Self emptying
These are the moments at the Altar of the Heart
No-thing is created
No thoughts, no memories, no pondering
Only the Heart and the Breath
Are Heard
Here is the Soul
Listen

Silence
Stillness
Self emptying
These are the moments at the Altar of the Heart
No-thing is created
No thoughts, no memories, no pondering
Only the Heart and the Breath
Are Heard
Here is the Soul
Listen
Where is my safe place?
My body is a Temple
My Breath is Sanctuary
The felt sense is the Altar
The Cornice is my Edge


I planted seeds some time ago. They have been rooting in the dark soil, reaching their flowering potential.
Today I see the first opening, first light, blossoming.
And now I wait to see how this unfolds. Knowing I made these wishes, these prayers, then forgot. Then noticed, with childlike curiosity, bubbling, at what is about to be.
Nothing is lost, the beginning is the past, the unfolding is the future, the opening is here.