staying beneath the thoughts
neither fighting them
nor thinking them
being at a deeper level
The spirit lives
in the vast emptiness,
in silence,
in formlessness,
Astonishing
how little we know
of what there is
to know
I feel the holy at work
standing by myself
in the sanctuary of the Good Shepherd
For the mystery that enfolds us and blesses us,
For the beauty that surrounds us and nourishes us,
A bumper sticker
displayed with pride
for all the world to see.
