Sean Mills 

Moon Over Milos

           Round moon over rippled sea
     Silver threaded path from infinity
     To this the door of my immortality

The face of that moon and all its jewelled companions
     Shines shines shines into this eternal Emptiness.

Sean Mills

When the head disappears

When the head disappears
The centre of gravity drops down.
The voice, the mind move lower,
Into the place of the heart and the lungs;
Into the place of breathing and blood.
The expression is visceral coming from the guts.
No need to be righteous here.

The Realization is instantaneous
the dropping down takes time
And happens in time

Be patient
Let the living and the speaking come from the Heart.

Sean Mills