Stillness, in its spreading vastness,
invites a full-blown pulse,
from a subtler plain to appear.
Stillness, beyond the pace
of its ever widening,
endlessly deepening tranquility,
possesses a presence,
without intrusion,
thick and rich, with refinement,
not even noting towards evident,
filled with sensory still-pointedness,
as a spectrum spread
without account as the measure.
Stillness, at the outset,
disrobed from description,
is uniformly thick with vacancy
throughout the ever-check,
thus the unraveling of concerns,
the death of chatter
and chatter back.
It is abundantly enveloping,
without curiosity or overcome.
Stillness, is a wardrobe
of empty-fullness,
yet breath,
without a spectator
nor accomplice.
It is mind meld
into soothing pool,
receptivity, as a giving forth,
softening into
a oneness presence . . .
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