It doesn’t matter what appears to be going on here or there or what the mind is conjuring. There is pervading stillness, emptiness in which this occurs that is always. This is what lures me home. This is home.
Aren’t we all the best!
No matter what we are doing,
Doing our best
Or, as always, moving toward
That, even if at a snail’s pace
While everything else leaps through
space at speeds greater than
our minds may imagine
we dawdle along
thinking
doing
in earnest
that which provides us
with a momentary sense
of satisfaction
a moment of stillness
the mind erupts in a
tiny smile
light in the silence
home in the heart.
Be Still 