BEING HERE AND NOW
I have come here to pray. I have come here to put thoughts into words, and with words discover meaning. I have come here to be and sleep alone so that what is not me can come over me, and so that what is essentially me can emerge.
This moment is my absolution—this quiet, this gift of silence that is not silence but a lush response of crickets, wind sifting through trees, waves of soft traffic noises. I never want to come out of this mystical repose. “Save me, save me, save me,” she sings–
July 2011—Casita Azul
The second excerpt from Retreat Writings– I will post brief passages over the next few days.