Piercing silence is the defining noise,
the source that radiates a million joys.
A mirror of purity in plain sight,
true Self glistens as unceasing light.
Bubbling forth a love reflected and seen,
the chalkboard the aid that wipes mind clean.
An invisible energy asked, “How could you miss?”
It held my heart, whispering. “Just this, just this.”
(Inspired by a ‘talk’ with the silent yogi Baba Hari Das)