Silence Stops Mind

   

True silence stops the mind

like the scent of jasmine
after midnight.

From that moment on
you are breathed 
by an Other
who is deeper inside you 
than the memory of 
birth or death.
At dawn, a single sunbeam 
for each awakening bulb.

It depends on how 
ready you are to burst open,

filling the air with attar 
of Unknowing.

Listen, dear, this world

is a cocoon.

Soon it will crack and shatter,

spilling up into the golden sky

the crinkled rainbows 
you've kept holding too long 
in your chest.

Relinquish certainty.

Unfurl.

Photo: A visitor in my backyard