The Great Mystery


Do you really want to hear more words about…
More descriptions of…
Or is it enough to sit in this Radiance,
And Breathe Bliss.


It's a Mystery.
I don't know anything,
About anything,
Whatsoever.
Is that OK?

Must I know,
The what, when, and how,
The why and wherefore?
Need I be confident, assured,
And speak with authority?

Do you really want to hear,
More words about…
More descriptions of…
Or is it enough to sit in this Radiance,
And Breathe Bliss.

Knowing nothing,
I have nothing to say.
I can only Share this Mystery,
This Great Unknowing,
This Unbearable Beauty.

At the risk of knowing just one thing,
I will say this much…
This Ecstasy…
It's…
You.

What you are,
Before the world arises, and after,
Before “you” arise, and after,
Your Nature,
Bliss.

How uncomfortable,
To speak even that.
As if I know anything,
About anything,
Whatsoever.

Maybe, if I whisper…
Without speaking….

It's…
You.