Return to Splendor

This wild forest

pulls me in to its heart

where Stillness resides,

and I sink

into the rich dark soil of

Unknowing.

Deep

impenetrable

Silence.

Everything
stops.

Then,

without warning,

the ground under my feet

begins to tremble.

As each quivering leaf,

each vibrating stone,

carries an echo of a long forgotten call,

A roaring sound, unearthly

yet familiar,

grows in intensity,

and like an audible radiance,

begins to issue forth from every

cell, atom, nucleus...

om a hung benza guru pema siddhi hung

What-Will-Not-Be-Contained

is now

issuing

forth

in 
Holy 
Splendor.