When We Are Still
When we are stillwe feelwe hearwe see,sensinganewwith clarity. Sensinganewwith clarity,we meetour knowingof the mysteryof knowingnothing. When we are stillwe meet ourselvesas no self at all,no centre at all-anew,anew,anew. Seeking some sense of now,and all we hopedfor that to be,we find insteadthat we are free. Freebeyondsomething we thoughtwe ourselvescould understandin so tiny a wordas now.