Specious moment

" Don't talk,
can you hold
the tension?"
Little dragonfly

whispers in my ear.
"Just let go
and see
let go
and hear
suspended in
the sea.

What sea is this?

The Unknown, the Void,

Sunyata?

The whole from

which

everything is.

In which
you need to stay

still".

Still?... Quiet?...
In the middle
of what?
"A dynamic space
where what is,
no longer exist.
Only the tension
of the old dying
giving way
to the new."
And me in the middle
holding
both still.

For how long?
Will this tension
the struggle...
The moment which is not
and yet is.
The always
becoming
and ceasing
to exist?

"Don't talk,
don't ask,
just wait.
Keep your ground
in the eternal "is".
Holding the tension
and let it all be.
In silence
in quiet,
not telling
not asking,
not knowing
just let it all be."

mcr