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 color 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 is-ness.
A moment without thought
and I’m no longer standing separate
no longer an island but part of the sea
no longer a static center
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.