"For a few moments, this pure I-thought

vacillated like a flame of an oil lamp

running out of fuel,

until it suddenly vanished in

the eternal splendor of being"

Francis Lucille

No direction      no next

Let these words still your mind

You are the knowing stillness behind

aware and clear          always  here

In the boundless night

awareness light

The moon

is 

glowing

in silent knowing