Pulling away from the illusions
you and I create, as if any of them
have real substance. Dropping in.
Dropping into the velvet void,
where the truth of nothing exists.
Without judgment, all that is seen
is the revelation of silence, wherein
golden moments-singular untarnished,
constant, vibrating- pulse through
each one of us, as if our true nature is this,
being a wind flute or hollow bone.
This and only this is, waiting for you.
Drop in anytime, drop in.