I arise at the hour of the monks;
all is still, as silence pure enfolds.
I listen to the sound of no sound.
I find within me no person,
no body, no mind. I have come
to the place of constant
unknowing, the sweetest locale
of nothing. In this place air, water,
fire, breath all share the same taste
of OM, the sound of the Divine
breathing existence into being.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.