This morning, take a Sabbath rest
from the work of thinking.

You are not your thoughts.
You are the wonder that was here

before the Word of creation.
You embrace the unborn stars.

And your perfect silence is the Last
Judgment. 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