​Living As A Gentle Whisper

The unobstructed may go off to live very quietly,
and society may call this a psychological disorder,
yet there is a point, a depth,
that is encountered which brings one to say,

What can I add when totality already is?
or
What can I say that can breathe this most pure beingness into the air?

And no mask can remain,
not even the most subtle.

We realize a leaf on a tree knows more than any scientific study
or any philosophical thought,
and yet it remains gently quiet
and only sings softly when the breeze or wind,
the breath of God,
moves it.

When we encounter the face
of that which brought our being into being,
we realize there is no other face,
there is no other voice of pure being
than the gaze of the womb
before and through everything.

And so one may live a gentle whisper,
a delicate leaf,
and be more active
than the mind of rational can understand.