Ideas appear as if—-

can it be? — outside myself?

Gentle, loving, inspiring.

Whispering wisdom

but from where?

I am the one who listens

wondering from where,

if not here,

the ideas I hear

out of no-where

appear.

A stranger to myself?

Yet at one with me!

How can that be

Who —

What can it be?

If not —

me.

It speaks of a reality.

A oneness —

opposed by no thing—

and no one.

Nothing?

No thing can not be.

“No thing is not

Nothing”

What are you saying?

Reality is —

Can it be? —-

🤫

“Be still

And just

listen”