There is a secret amidst us,
flowering in susceptible
minds that are ready and willing
to taste a new kind of freedom.
It is hard to hear it, for it comes in whispers and
announces itself beneath the surface.
When it comes through, there is no
sign of it. Like a rose, it is its own
proof. It is validation.
Productivity drowns in it. Seeking
is brought to slumber by its
vastness. When the world moves,
it remains still. Giants, even Gods,
depend on it for survival.
A student once asked, "Master, how can I
see-between-the lines in order to know of
The master replied, "Amidst the panic & noise,
listen for a whisper."