Nothing touches it, yet it sees and delights in all.
I would call it me.
But it sees and delights in this me also, as she comes and goes.
Oh rest here beloved one, rest in this perfect rest.
How long you have sought it in the labyrinthine ways of the mind.
Until exhaustion turned futility to silence.
Rest here oh beloved one,
Where nothing touches nothing and sees and delights in all.
Infusing the body with delight,
Overwhelming it with the music of silence.
Emanating, permeating, suffusing…
This. The untouchable ineffable…
Sees and delights in all.
Very beautiful, beloved, thank you