In meditation— 

the great stillness, 

the great silence— 

a sense of return. 

A deep intimacy with the reservoir of everything, 

where infinity and eternity carry 

not overwhelm, but simplicity; 

not intimidation, but welcome. 

Here, boundless doesn’t mean vast—

it means dimensionless.

Here, just this sings with the preciousness of mystery,

where unknowability is a warm embrace.

This return is not apart from the world

but simultaneous with the outpouring into manifest being—

the multitudes, the many, the ten thousand things,

all weaving a tapestry of glory.

A flow sweeping up all things.

My breath, the breath of the universe.

My heartbeat, the pulse of the universal heart.

Breathing in clarity and wisdom,

breathing out compassion and love.

Notes from the Stillness