Behold An Other Emptiness.

Behold An Other Emptiness.
As our time together runs out, we pause, dazed. We’re changed and disoriented and unbearably happy. Our silence falls. That's when we’d sense a flood of peace rousal. We breathe with miles of safety at whose edge we lay. Our silent spirits mingle with our own breath. It rises in plumes toward the brilliant moon and stars. We’ll lie there a long time. We feel our backs cool. Our whole bodies cool toward our silent sanctuary. We listen to an inner hum that is hardly a rousal. It’s a subtle unmoving energy. At such times we have a mind flood of peace. We’ve been silent a long time. We do not think of any misery in the sound of our rousal. To be that flood of peace, via our mind, is to be empty of any early notion. We hear without judgment. Thus we hear in our rousal neither misery nor happiness. We just happen. We listen in our sanctuary. We behold our world without delusion or projection. We see nothing that is not there. To have a mind flooded with peace requires, however, that we be nothing ourselves. Lying in our sanctuary, we let our bodies cool, our breath slow, our mind empty of thoughts. The flood of peace mind, knows its own emptiness, beholds nothing that is not there but also, as its final achievement, the nothing that is. At this moment of merging, one emptiness beholds another emptiness not different from itself. All severalty falls away, and we are snuggled, without borders into our sanctuary and stars, rooted as ancient trees, impassive as a flowing river.