The deafening sound of silence
standing in between giants of remembrance:
the mountains – 
keepers of eternal wisdom.

Beholders of choice:
will we walk the path
or stay in the valleys of nothingness
allowing space time to merge
into a fleeting event of insignificance.

The path will lead us up the mountains top
we will have to lose all baggage
and our ascending means the descend will only be possible
when all has dissolved into humble service.

We will be initiated to let go of all
to retrieve all
and to give it away yet again.

The mountains will wait.
We are never too late.
we can come undone
and we will leave undone.

Rushing to drink the words of wisdom from another’s tongue,
just until the quenching waters that will bloom the inner garden,
will bring the unique blossom done by humble care
that only the assigned gardener can:

Preparing the soil, balancing the inner and outer,
merging the higher and lower. Receiving and giving:
Inhaling and exhaling. 

This is where the dove will find the olive branch:
After purification, devotion and commitment,
the fruits of the loom are peace and freedom.

Into the light
Where we shine bright.

From darkness we arise – 
In the seed the blossom lies.

I am.
The river and the rock.
The water and the earth.

I am.
The gap and the bridge.
The body and the soul.

I am.
The word and the deed.
The darkness and the light.

I am.
The rain and the beams of the sun.
The inhale and the exhale.

I am.
The candle and the flame.
I am the seed and the fruit.

I am.

In the sound.
Always around.

I am love.
I am peace.

I am.