Always New
Sitting with the Master
Slipping away on her words
Deeper and deeper
The relaxation
Stronger and stronger
The noise of attention
Of the silence
Her words
Referring to the silence
Where I am
What I am
But my longing
Makes my attention restless
It should be deeper
More stable
My longing
Aiming at Her
How can I aim my attention
And still do nothing
Should I wait for mercy
The Master points back to myself
You have mercy
On yourself
The more unshakable
You aim at your own heart
Knowing This alone is of importance
Than the love will circle
Back to you
As growing openness
I look at her
But She is in me
Her words telling
It is always new
Suddenly they are understood
It flows through me
The happening and the silence
Is all one
written in Dutch November 23' 2003
translated april 10'2004
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