that is beyond wonder
and awe.
It is beyond
the beyond of all
things.
It is in that place
the heart longs
to repose -
even if for but
a moment. The
place where silence
runs stronger than
a meandering river.
The whisper of
a blade of grass in
the morning breeze
can take you there;
the grandeur of
Half-Dome at sunset
can reveal the way.
Whether by the smallest
of the small, or by the
greatest of the great;
go into that space and
find yourself a home.
It is there that
all things converge;
it is there that the
confluence of everything
rises into itself anew -
reborn.
Find that space
no matter the cost.
There, the silence is
so loud it loses
all focus and becomes
a glistening dew
on Indra's grand net
of awareness. All
things become
new again.
And again.
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