in a dream
a vibrational flower field appeared
here were the flowers always bloom
and the clouds drift along in peace
absorbed in slow moving compassion
we all meet again and again -
without speaking
people come to stay together in silence
to gaze into a far horizon
towards a distant place
with no reference point
many wanted to say something
something that has caused a deep wound
but without telling
they usually all leave in silence
these unspoken words
will melt away one day
like a snowflake in the ocean
only the flowers will know
about THAT which cannot be spoken about
about THAT which is without words
About THAT which JUST IS
JUST THIS
