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misty heights

Updated: Nov 9, 2023

silent retreat

october twenty twenty-three

monchique


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no entry

no exit point to silence

enter or leave it you cannot


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in the midst of noise

it never leaves you

it is what carries you

wherever you go


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it is what carries along everything

unnoticed

unheard

in a silent way


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in the midst of silence

we are forgetful of it

lest we listen to raindrops

pattering on the roof

to a crow’s cawing as it

flies over treetops

on hillside slopes


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forgetful of it though

it indwells the deepest

leave it we cannot as

we cannot leave space


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you step into the dark

from the threshold of the hut

suspended

the morning star

dazzlement of darkness

that twinkle


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then a shooting star

in the predawn sky

on the narrow trail

flash of a question mark

eternity glimpsed


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calling

calling echoes of the gong

travel far into the misty valley


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cottony clouds

adrift over eucalypti

deep bows to the wind


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hills awash with rains

treading steep country road

flies keep company


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in a plot by the roadside

pumpkins bask under the heat

late autumn sun


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broken hives

scattered here and there

bees

nectars of how many summers ago


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vision dimming

what you no longer can see

rests in the invisible for you


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still another storm

invited to a thunderous gathering

night before parting


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week of long sitting

here restless

there restful

changing weather

scenery of the heart


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traveler gone

journeys continue

coming and going

howling of the wind

pines drooping


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crickets have cleared out

still you hear their cries

late this evening


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in the temple

adorned in purple robes

masters long parted

sitting in candle glow

bequeath their warm smile


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not the steps you take

not the road ahead

where it goes

what counts is

your not knowing


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the empty hand

carries the dark

carries the light

the giving heart

what is unseen but

freely moves everywhere


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submerged in a sea of mist

wavy hills

where are you going tonight


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in the distance

portimão

faint

scintillation of your lights


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fullmoon

quivers in the pond

among sleeping lilies


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the erring

this close now to you

no one's erring

just a pulsing in the blood flow


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daybreak

subdued by rustling branches

the rooster’s call













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