The tops of clouds that no one sees
illuminated by the sun.
The inside of the heart that no one sees
softened by the soul.
The warmth waiting at the center
of all silence.
The calm waiting at the center
of all feeling.
The coolness waiting at the bottom
of a lake.
The emptiness waiting at the bottom
of all ideas.
The first sign of light that stirs
small birds to sing.
The wordless beginning that awakens
those encumbered to sigh.
Understanding is only the movement