Uradiance

In the crystal structure of divine silence, there is always a deeper order of resolution where what was work becomes play, until we rest in that laughing stillness that unfolds the whole universe without effort, and for no reason at all. This is the place to begin a song.

'It's all a reflection,' whispers the moon. The harvest of Presence, an echo of Spring seeds, spent and empty. Light itself a stream of infinitesimal mirrors, quantum silences ringing like a wind chime in the void. So I exist as the touch of another, my soul a friendship, my breath a kiss, my loneliness swallowed up by the sound of a cricket in the chrysanthemum pot.