This morning, rest
from the work of the mind.
You are not your thoughts.
You are the astonishment
that was here before the Word.
You are the space of unborn stars.
This perfect silence is the Last
Judgment, and it is always now.
When you take a Sabbath rest
from judging the world,
you finally see the peony
blossoming in your garden.

Photo by Aile Shebar