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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