resting

eventually the conditioned mind/student
comes to look forward
to stillness,
to rest

just like a dog
obeying his master,
a servant,
it feels right

no more assuming
a function
it cannot perform:

knowing
authorship
control
safety
security
joy, even

it comes to rest
at the feet of its master
which is all
it ever really wanted

to rest

there is no more fear
giving up what it realizes hurts

now it follows
rather than directing,
dictating

it enjoys
not being responsible
for the whole (damn) world,
for anything

without a finger to lift
it can receive,
take in
the miraculous,
the beauty,
the love
the joy
the wholeness
the laughter
the goodness
the music
everywhere

so glad not to have that heavy burden

it rejoices

it notices
what is

notices what a fine way it is
to be

present

in this wordless space
she notices what she was missing
so subtle
so sublime
so soft
textures
without labels
without labeling

how can but a quiet ear
hear?
the clicks
the hums
the shhhh...ing
the whooshing...

without words
how do you write this?

so it is...

a completely new
experience