Beyond Mind

A Buddha sat Before a sermon Without words. Pure silence and a smile.

There are no “isms” in that silence. No words can describe it. No philosophy can capture it. The nihilist, The eternalist, What do they know anyway?

When mind stops, There is great peace. It goes beyond knowing and not knowing. It doesn't belong to anyone, Love pours out of it. Compassion flows from it.

Hold a rose flower, Its beauty is free. Gaze upon it and Put aside your ideologies. Be enchanted by it. Be speechless. It will show you the beauty of life.

This fragile flower, You must hold it gently. Don’t say it is good or bad, Let it reveal its magic to you. Soon it will decay.

Let's meet together in a field where there is no mind, There we can test a nameless peace. Some call it great emptiness.

Right now, Let your thoughts go, Take a few deep breathes and Drink the nectar of beauty around you.

Tomorrow when the sun rises, Remember to go outside. Stretch your arms to the sky, Give a long sigh, Let the warmth touch your skin and whisper to yourself, “I am alive”.