The Quest inside the cosmic measures

Confidence the middle path

the crossroad on the Highway the infinite here the eternal now.

Always expecting the seasons to change.

It’s nearly Eastern time,

the inner source is Love, everything included.

It’s a grey day,

the wind and the drizzling rain are still going through

the empty branches,

I’m aware of it, without a hermetic conclusion,

It’s open, It’s alive.

You are Love, the creation, the true nature,

without a beginning or an end.

Love is the answer and it is the question too

(the word is not the thing, the sentence

just a way to get inside the silent source)