And then I just rest there... and ferment in the feelings of ultimate peace and surrender.
Through the chaos I hear the morning birds sing our song.
The temple bells ring, and the monks will chant, and I remain still, I remain a distant memory of a butterfly disguised as a madman.
A single man comes to knock on my door. He asks me in prayer the answer to a riddle that only his mother could have told him.
I take the parchment upon which it is written, and we burn it together. For him, it was enough just to ask. For me, it will never be enough, because I have stopped asking and wondering of what an answer might look like.
Just after midnight, the messenger returned.
I made hasty use of her deliverance and we made love all night under the stars of Bethlehem.
In the morning a new teaching was born, but had yet to take form. Her silence, her beauty, permeated the halls of this grand palace, where the master is born.
I come to rest in you my love.
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