Flowering of love and compassion

Awakening to the sacred

When the eyes be perfectly still

And the brain be totally quiet

Dead to all memories of the me

Of all images of the body

Of all opinions of the mind

Of all seeking in time

In that quietness rises total alertness

Attention that is free of will

All things happening spontaneously

Seeing with no seer

Listening with no listener

Thinking with no thinker

Speaking with no speaker

Doing with no doer

In the spontaneous flow of life

As the eyes and the brain be still

Flowering of love and compassion

Happens when there’s no lover or loved

Just a natural oneness with what is

Awakening to the sacred here and now

Blessing of the most ancient, the ever new

Benediction of the Divine flowing through

Self of all, free of me and you