I sit until my mind slips
into silence,
and in that eclipse of thought,
a drop
of nectar forms.
I pierce the perfect surface
of this drop
and travel inward
an immeasurable distance
it could be
light years or
the smallest fraction
of an inch.
I’m filled with
everything
and nothing,
as I rest in the center of
this mystery,
utterly content.
My striving mind is spent,
and in the quiet I realize how simple
it is to arrive and taste the
sweetness-
and how
easy to forget.
— Linaji
Truths that fly with the heart by Linaji
