Pradeep Kapoor

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense.
I’ll meet you there.

After looking for it all around the world, I found it in myself.

In thinking, you’re lost.
In thinking, you drown.
Only in Silence
Can you find,
What thinking keeps
From being Found.

It all fades.
In the depths,
The still, sacred
Depths. Where
I am all
That remains.