In the Still
Truth is known.
My heart swells open!
Ego evicted, lies broken
in pieces, jagged edges on the floor.
Huge hurt heals! Oh how these pieces ran me so ragged from myself, from the truth before!
Ripped me so sneakily from the Still
The Still needing no effort, no will.
No fuss, no fizz.
hollow and whole
My perfect prettiness, my useless laziness,
my not good enough, my craziness
All made up! Ideas, ideals.
Simply not real!
For I am not now what I was then
and will never be that or this again
as all is a dance,
each new step unfolding, unannounced.
Heaven's on earth in the Still.
Always was and always will
be just a dropping in,
a letting go away, right here within.
Just gets lost
in the many thoughts
and all that with them is brought.
We are not these
that bear such disease!
In this knowing is released an ease
that can stop them growing
and we see this was just something believed!
They may still be there,
But they're not the truth!
Truth is the absolute!
The stillness in which we realize our Being
This is our true root!
All of us rooted in this One
Where we, in this form, begun
and shall dissolve into when we're done.
The spring flowers photo on this page is a gift from Becky Stiller. You can see more of her work on her Flickr account.