Secret Work



Put some space
around your story.
This tale of lack, betrayal,
perpetually unfulfilled
desire,
is always the tale
of the past.

But the space you
hold around it
is now, blue sky

more wide and still
than any storm.
Don’t try to stop
the whirl and chatter
of the mind.
Just stop believing it.
You could fill the hollow
in each cell,
the star-strewn emptiness
in every atom of your body
with this delicious breath.
What is real?
An ancient presence,
pulse of tranquility,
deepening sea
of namelessness
that turns to honey,
drowning the myth of ‘me’
in the nectar of silence.
Friend, you have
a secret work

inside your work,
the business of the heart
inside the heart.
The energy comes from gratitude,
the connection a root feels
with the sun,
butter with the ghee flame.
The task is Being.
A new kind of Doing is born.
For the white-throated sparrow,
it's the labor of a song,
the golden industry of silence
in the hour before dawn.

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