I wake up empty and frightened.
Don’t go to the door of the study and read a book.
Take down the dulcimer.
Let the beauty of what you love
be what you do.
There are a thousand ways
And kiss the ground.
In the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment
Of seeing or hearing on the outside, what already lives far inside of us,
The eyes, the ears, the imagination
Suddenly become a bridge
Between the here and the there,
Between then and now,
Between the inside and outside.
is the conversation
between what we think is happening outside in the world
and what is just about to occur
far inside us.
Go to the Truth beyond the mind.
Love is the Bridge.