The profundity of the silence

Carry it softly
beside the riverbanks of the living water,
beyond the logics of the half truths.
Carry it to the depth
of the wordless silence inside

the streams of realization,
dedicate it to the mystery
the love you always have been
without a beginning or an end.
The wise endure the internal conflict
the battlefield and go beyond to keep balance,
the reflection of the One
without the two headed dog.

The Fool jumps blissful
from the twin tower
and puts the dreaming King
in a wild perspective,
the golden coffin is laid out
beside the old oak,
unspeakable like the unborn state.

It whispers near the pure roots
of the rainbow diction of the ancient faith.