The flower blossoms. Petals falling. Next spring again. That is all there is.
Soft breezes moving the leaves on the tree, or are the leaves moving the air.
Hot air glimmers, no moving air. Still leaves, no one moves.
We are following the silent self on the hot pavement, painted by the strong summer sun.
Sharp boundaries are defined as long as the clear sun shines.
No clouds are troubling the mind as we follow our shadow.
Where does it come from?
How to achieve it?
What is it good for?
Why don’t we have it?
Thick mist is wafting over fields,
White wall of cotton in every direction,
The bright light of the sun’s disc is smeared across the sky.
What is strategic serendipity?
Why would one need it and what for??
To follow something strategically one needs a goal.
To receive serendipity one must know.
To reach strategic serendipity one needs to empty the mind.
Silence is not the absence of noises,
Silence is a state of mind.
Silence is peacefulness,
Silence is the infinite.
Silence is everywhere,
Silence is nowhere.