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this pathless path has only three signposts
and they don’t point to any-thing or any-place:

stop

shut up

sink

into the unknowable Knowingness that you already are, that you are, that you are,
that you are

~

sitting in the dawn-blushed sanctuary
sitting on the zafu:  point zero
sitting with the rhythm of Life’s breath
sitting with hum, furnace of the universe
sitting with so, silver singing silence

sitting ’til the sitter is the sitting
and the blushing and the breathing
and the hum-ing and the silence
and there is only Beloved’s Beingness
and wee-me is a thought-galaxy yet to be invented

~