A word is a wave on the ocean of silence.
A kind word, a praise word, or a word
of thanksgiving sinks into the heart,
touches bottom, mingling with
beginningless murmurs you've heard
on a beach at night, listening to stars...
Even this faint sigh dissolves
into a glow of golden darkness,
a motionless tide of fire whose flames
flicker inward, flooding every cell,
ineffable radiance of your body.
Do you need a boat, a secret mantra
to carry you beyond the doubt and din
of this world? No, friend, you only
need to sing the Beloved's name
with abandonment, the way a drunken
poppy sings,fiercely blossoming
all Winter in its seed.
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