The Quiet

Inside this morning, there is a Quiet asking nothing of me.

My mind may wish to find a perspective, an insight, or a goal.  There is none.

This quiet is all that sits with me this morning.  My cloak of activity is hung unused by the door.  There is nothing but the quiet of me.

Sure, there is a world outside.  Sure.  This will always be.

But within this quiet moment of me, I have no questions, no needs, and no desires.

Divine intelligence has carried me to this quiet place where many of my obstacles are gone; most of my distractions are muted; and time has dropped into the natural rhythm of the Earth.  There is nothing inside of me at times, no name, no identity.  Nothing of substance.  Just the quiet.

In this quiet, is the full me.

So too, your quiet awaits.