Here is evidence of presence. Eight times we feel it going out from behind the veil, catching outsiders, then back in, confusing even those with no mind.
Open book, awareness dispersed, shut. A shiver of change, picture-making quill tip, a note from an empty flute, face that lights a candle.
Some sleep. Others lie awake. The friend gets up in the early dawn and goes outdoors.
The light-form of our teacher leaves, but the glistening of his courage remains.
Adam A. Azim 