Less and less
is there a need for rituals
the refinement of existing in this place
is enough to move and be in joy.
The firmer the desire for anchoring
oneself to a requirement,
the more solely it serves the purpose of ego and false safety.
Quietude is the only thing that really sustains.
Listen to the space that envelops.
The stardust that whispers sweet nothings.
No easter egg can hold the richness
and the vastness of the Being discovered.
The easter bunny disappeared in the distance.
The cross that was borne is long cast.
A story unwritten only matters
as it newly takes shape in the soul right now.