From the silence I revere the faint gaze the wind whispers.

From the silence I revere the faint gaze the wind whispers. Upon the temple flagstones I bend my knee, witnessing the ordered chaos the fire cries out. Serene in my joy, I master the sky of my feeling that the earth calls to. I pray to life, which stoically keeps silent the essence flowing from the river.

Free in the heights I rise, my being piercing the nostalgic distance of the Here at rushing speeds. My light grows in all its glory, forgetting the loneliness of an I. I celebrate the spark that bursts out of nothing, exploding in smiles of peace.

Here is the truth that secretly governs the eternities with its humble scepter. This is the knowing that rules from calm, flaunting its emptiness. A word teaches the center of an untouchable gratitude that transcends time in its permanent being. I contemplate within me and, among all that is fleeting, contemplating within me is that which I call: Presence.