Poems revealed in the silence
Refractions
Do NOT Doubt!
For in that instant
one has left the seat
of one’s centre,
lost again in the endless corridors
of the seeking mind,
each passage turning back on itself,
none leading home.
But DO Question!
For subtle are the ways
of the grasping mind,
looking to hijack
the purest of intentions
and the clearest of views,
seeding its whispers of seduction
as though they were your own.
Cherish Curiosity!
For the leading edge
of the unknown
is the crucible of creation.
Explore and inquire
how form and formless
play their endless dance
in the flow of being.
For in that instant
one has left the seat
of one’s centre,
lost again in the endless corridors
of the seeking mind,
each passage turning back on itself,
none leading home.
But DO Question!
For subtle are the ways
of the grasping mind,
looking to hijack
the purest of intentions
and the clearest of views,
seeding its whispers of seduction
as though they were your own.
Cherish Curiosity!
For the leading edge
of the unknown
is the crucible of creation.
Explore and inquire
how form and formless
play their endless dance
in the flow of being.
Triptych
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