As the view of obvious and wide vistas are obscured, I look down and notice where it is that I am standing.
As the flair of joy and exuberance darkens as cloud scuttled sunlight, I notice the brightness of candles.
When ubiquitous laughter scatters, I find that there is, after all, a calm center.
When the large open loved life leaves, I find, a waiting love, of small things.
Only in this darkness can this light be made visible.
Only in this dearth, can wealth come from so very little.
Only when the group is no longer listening, can one hear their true voice.
Every thing I have ever said, only became true, when I was silent.
The whole truth of every action, revealed through pulsile stillness.
Every straight path has become a curve…each curve followed until it was proven
Night has never given up following day, as love has never ceased to follow suffering.
And here it comes, another revolution.