“We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.”
–Pema Chödrön, “Start Where You Are”
beauty of a poem by Rumi.
Death of noisy self.
As I see it, it’s all one and the same.
All you need is to step into it.
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
How’s your breathing now?
Photo by Karl Lehmann: “Full moon and Lodgepole Pines in Tenmile Range, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado