All This

Taste the beauty of silence.
That is true wine.
Be grateful for the gift
of bewilderment,
the pulse of stillness
between the words.
If you sink into real
meditation, which is not
repetition or belief,
but dissolving
into who you Are,
you will get drunk
on the claret of emptiness,
the vintage of night
hidden in a cellar
deeper than sleeping.
And because there is
no wine skin, no concept
to contain it
your heart will burst open
with the fragrance of love.
All this I have learned
by gazing at the full moon
in the bottom of my cup.



Painting: Moon Madness by Andrew Wyeth