There is a silent rhythm.
Dancing in our veins.
If we sit quietly
releasing time,
letting go
of grasping.
Appearances that once were
created by tension
now are replaced
with attention.
Listen,
to the bounty
of the body.
The voice speaks,
in whispers.
Flowing within flesh,
bones and blood.
The subtle body
longs for unity.
Mysterious sensation sparkles.
Flickering
through space.
Seeing, beyond eyesight.
Felt, beyond matter.
Movement, beyond earth’s gravity,
Vibrations of stillness
dissolves boundaries
and dissatisfaction.