Stillness

What is it to get to a really intense stillness and still have to go deeper?
Go where you think there is nothing?
Where you think you can’t do it
It will be too empty
You’ll have nothing left

I’ll be invisible
I’ll disappear
But you go there anyway this time

And you see the little, little things that grow in those places
The little experiences that you never would have had otherwise
You find a small something that makes you laugh
You invent a game, play in a way you never would have thought
You see something, many exquisite things in all those little, quiet spaces
Always there.

A flower. A bee. A color.
An idea, a feeling, trails into things you never would have gotten to
You spend time with them
You sit, and you sit
And things bubble
You shake and you quiver

You sit
Till you move forward slowly
Finding new conversations
You talk about bees
You talk about memories
You talk about the sunlight and how it struck you, its feeling
You play

Comparing notes
And sitting together
You walk meeting others
And the world goes on
Just with memories of bees in your body