Plop

 
I once thought that silence
was empty
and stillness was quiet.
But by the grace of
the Master's breath,
I know now that silence is
a billowing storm of joy,
stillness a bursting flower.
The heart that touches the void
violently blossoms
in a revolution of gentleness
that turns the universe inside out,
spreading golden pollen
throughout the stars.
This happens in the Body,
not the mind,
because primordial wonder
annihilates thought.
When no mind exists,
the Body is the Spirit.
This is why, throughout the ages,
souls bewildered by love
gave up books of philosophy
and gained enlightenment
by smelling jasmine,
touching a silken haired cat,
or hearing a frog plop
into a pond. Now taste the wine
of pure awareness.