No Words
no rational mind will grasp what showed up
no language able to put it in writing
no sounds can shape our experience
no lips would form a meaningful explanation
no words sufficient to describe
what we have
no need for speaking to understand
no need to talk in order to agree
seeking no correction
recognising and owning our fears and projections
in freely expressing who we are
no blueprints to rely upon
when navigating the unknown
no need to change
nor following a script or defined convention
no need to do anything with it
other than
opening our hearts
transforming the ordinary
and remembering the magic
living on in us