Listen..

Listen

Listen to the silent words

On which space hangs

Its eternal forms.

The silent backdrop,

The all comprehending now.

Whose none interference

In the world of men,

Judges none the less.

Listen to the stillness,

The unchallenging silence,

The action less action

That turns self willed motion

Back onto itself.

That makes all judgement,

Self Judgement.

There’s nought else...