A moment without thought.
A moment without thought and the background noise ceases and I can suddenly hear the silence between sounds,
The silence beneath sound from which all sounds emerge like waves from the sea.
A moment without thought and the fog disperses and the world is filled with translucent light,
New dimensions of detail and sharpness and colour and depth.
A moment without thought and these suburban streets are a pristine new world,
Like a garden glistening with dew the morning after creation,
As if a husk of familiarity has cracked and fallen away,
Leaving naked,
Primal,
Isness.
A moment without thought and I'm no longer standing separate,
No longer an island but part of the sea,
No longer a static centre but part of the flowing stream.
A moment without thought and the train has stopped between stations and there was never any motion,
Never any track.
A moment like a wormhole,
Infinitely expanding,
Like stepping through a narrow gate to find an endless open plain,
The panorama of the present.
And this new world of no thought is neither alien nor unfamiliar,
But a place where benevolence blows through the air and soft shimmering energy fills every space and the sunlight is the translucent white light of spirit,
The deepest,
Closest,
Warmest place,
The ground where I am rooted.
