Grounded Enlightenment Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Set aside racing the run of day
For the time the seconds chase
Will never show a fairer face;
Come close and let the stillness show
Where we must put the world away
To draw it closer as the silence grows:
Let's tell unheard our deepest sorrows
To the shadows that the sundial throws,
For what goes forward and what is past
Will never alter time or stay its haste:
Then let what's left unsaid in quietness strengthen
The amity that calmly sharing space will lengthen.

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God's very own the West
God's very own the East;
As also the North and South
Gathered in love and truth.

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So let us study distinction and its absence:
That there is no separation
Of what is apart and what is in contact;
That there is no form or formlessness
As edges and envelopes are unsealed;
That there is no resting or resolution
As emptiness and decay are inevitable;
That thusness is fleeting and yet perceptible
With reality and illusion in mutual shadow;
That life and its converse co-arise
The sentient born of and returning to the insentient;
That we may distinguish the qualities of people
All special - but then there is nothing special;
That when we are grounded in enlightenment
And return to the world from the mountain,
Or from the wilderness, it is in the natural order
That we should equate compassion.