Poem by Christi Ortiz
All ecstasy flows from this place
that swallows all suffering
collapses all division
returning to the innocence
the bliss of just being
where the solid bedrock of peace
lies asleep in every disturbance
What if I had the courage
and the diligence
To sit in this one seat
At the mouth of God
and brave the holy fire
that burns up all illusion
purified into essential nature
the blaze of truth
is only hot enough
if I anchor unwaveringly
in the Now
staying inseparably close
to source emerging
from the mouth of this moment
All ecstasy flows from this place
that swallows all suffering
collapses all division
returning to the innocence
the bliss of just being
where the solid bedrock of peace
lies asleep in every disturbance
Gorgeous meditative poem, lifting to that place of still, silent, bliss!