Goddess of Silence

Whether at rest or in action
the meditator knows,
"I am not my thoughts.
Like stars, they throng
the inner night sky
of unfathomable stillness.
I watch them sparkle
and dissolve,
their swirling spirals
the body of the Goddess
dancing before this quiet
eternal eye.
Bowing to her, the efflorescent
irrepressible Shakti,
this very bow releases me
from the bondage of desire.
Shivo'ham, Shivo'ham,
I am not this mind.
I am the cup of astonishment
filled with the wine of quietness.
I repose in the brilliant dark
where God has not yet said,
Let there be light."