What emptiness was revealed in the Buddha’s silent gestures?
In the way that he smiled, or held up a flower?
What voice said unto Moses, “I Am That I Am”?
Who was it that spoke through Jesus,
“I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Light”?
What mystery is revealed in the desert,
On the brink of starvation and madness,
In the darkest depths of the Soul,
When we finally have the courage
To look our fears in the face –
It is the One beyond all coming and going,
The One beyond all form and speech;
It is the radiant reactor core of the sun,
The axis on which the Earth turns,
The calm center of the universe;
It is the stillness that precedes our every thought and movement,
The spark of light that gleams in every eye;
It is the silence that engulfs my words,
The silence in which this poem comes to rest…