The Heart’s Quiet Path

In the silence of early dawn,
the heart opens like a gentle bloom,
its petals soft with stillness.
Here, in this tender space,
the mind slows its restless spinning,
releasing its need to know,
to grasp what cannot be held.

Emptiness is not absence,
but a quiet clearing,
where the winds of thought grow still.
In this space, the heart leads – 
not through force, but by allowing,
letting the world pass without grasping,
letting the self dissolve into the moment.

The formless divine waits in the void,
not in shapes or images,
but in the quiet,
where the heart makes room for what is beyond words.
In the vastness of nothing,
the divine finds its home,
filling the space with presence,
pure and boundless.

The heart is the guide,
showing us the way not with answers,
but with soft surrender,
with a deep knowing that all is connected
in the silence we allow.

And in this stillness,
we come to understand – 
we are not separate,
but one with the emptiness,
one with the divine,
one with all that is and will ever be.