Nothing is Rushed Yet All is Accomplished

In and around,

Up and down,

And through.

Arrived, I have.

The center of self,

The great wide open,

The all encompassing,

The inner presence,

 The Buddha within.

White,

Whole,

Sparkling,

Grace.

Presence.

The vast expansive,

Open sky,

Of my mind.

Oh how intricate this blade of grass,

So many stars,

A great explosion,

Tall mountains tower,

Great ocean forever,

Dear fire, burn brightly,

I just lay there,

Nothing to do,

No where to go,

 People call,

I don’t answer.

People invite me to things,

I’d rather not go.

I’ve got an assignment due,

But it can wait.

I’m flopped over.

Staring into space.

Imminent Death.

Fear of death,

But fear is here

And now it’s gone,

Oh well.

I can hold it all,

And nothing as well.

I’m at peace,

The mandala is complete.