I once thought that silence was empty, and stillness was quiet. But by the grace of the Master's breath, I know now that silence is a billowing storm of joy, stillness a bursting flower.The heart that touches the void violently blossoms in a revolution of gentleness that turns the universe inside out, spreading golden pollen throughout the stars.
This happens in the Body, not the mind, because primordial wonder annihilates thought. When no mind exists, the Body is the Spirit.
This is why, throughout the ages, souls bewildered by love gave up books of philosophy and gained enlightenment by smelling jasmine, touching a silken haired cat, or hearing that frog plop into a pond.
Now taste the wine of pure awareness.