Entering through a Timeless gate
In quietest parts of night
When lethargic movement of day falls to slumber
Like a faint flickering candle upon a still Lake
Is when loudest whispers can gracefully emerge
For it is in less where there is always more
As too much noise drowns out piercing arrows of clarity
And yet when sound arises from waters of silence
It triumphs above all clattering and clashing chaos
Crackles of charcoal illuminated, sing in symbiosis
With insects and creatures of the darkened skies
Calling rise through rhythmic chorus, up, up, up
Bringing upon a new Dawn of creation once more
We become naive in not appreciating what’s always here
Attempting to go anywhere and everywhere except arriving now
Trying with effort to see what we could find afar and wide
Chasing tails of ourselves in whirling confusion
The straight and narrow however,
Has a Way slightly Hidden out of sight
An old timeless gate in which can be entered
That goes through and into vast green pastured lands
A place to peacefully rest a soul for now and evermore
Join us in the silence, resting in the mystery of Tea Ceremony
