Nirmala
Nirmala travels North America offering satsang in gratitude for the love and grace of his teachers, Neelam and Adyashanti. He lives with his wife, Gina, and his two dogs, Bodhi and Gracie, in Prescott, Arizona. These poems wrote themselves during his travels with Neelam in 1997 and 1998.

truth is too simple for words
before thought gets tangled up in nouns and verbs
there is a wordless sound
a deep breathless sigh
of overwhelming relief
to find the end of fiction
in this ordinary
yet extraordinary moment
when words are recognized
    as words
and truth is recognized
    as everything else

my longing was never deep enough
to touch this empty well
    my effort was never great enough
    to move this unmovable mountain
my understanding was never broad enough
to contain this silent truth
    my dreaming was never real enough
    to shape this formless presence
        nothing is always enough
        when nothing is needed

Contact Nirmala or download a copy of his book Gifts with No Giver at Nirmala's website

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