morning mutter

There is something beyond our mind which abides in silence within our mind. It is the supreme mystery beyond thought. Let one's mind and one's subtle body rest upon that and not rest on anything else.

Maitri Upanishad

up the ant shed

concerto of silence
symphonic slam
echoes ripples
of wavelengths
of vibration
without thought
of realization

continual emanation
beyond conjugation
of thought
hides mysterious
within but not

stop to abide awhile
nowhere but there