Gaps

It is in the gaps, the silences between
That thought and act find meaning
There is stillness
In mind, in body
Rarely stirred to discernment, involvement
That the cloud of discursiveness not mar vision

Thought rises
Act rises
Then falls
Always changing
As all things do without end

Action

Purity of action
It exists in the dearth of excitement
In the stillness of the mind
In the quiet of all

Pure action rises out of release
Born of unbroken focus
Out of the thoughtless present
Its movement is scarce, sharp and true
It does not cling to anticipation
It does not crave result
It does not fear failure
It wants for nothing
It is full and complete in each universal moment flowing into the next

Mind

There is release
Dwelling on the past, concern with the present, worry of the future
Attachment to reality is gone

There is attention
Listening to the senses, exploring the entirety of now

There is only the moment