approaching silence

Updated: Sep 20

report from a silent retreat

serra de monchique

summer twenty twenty-two


everything falls away

arrayed yet ungraspable


the hand opens

the mind

stillness is


the heart realm

home to paths

crossings here and there

movement incessant




in its fullness

just empty space

knows no hurdles

the heart


whose heart is whispering

here in this mountain heat

bracing for unflinching winds

everything open

laid bare

before the rocks

before the sky

becomes breath


nightfall over the valley

echoes of footsteps on stony pathway


maybe it's the bell ringing

waves let loosened into air


from the ridgetop

red moon



meeting you again

city lights shimmer

in the hazy distance


sitting together

to one another unknown

knowing not needed

just days of silence

presence of the immeasurable

maybe time

maybe space

this is the beginning

both of forgetting

and remembering


questions make peace

with silence

with absence of response


become resonance

opulence of response


what you thought was

needed to be left behind for you

to walk freely among echoes

yet did not know

already is at rest

at rest

and at home

dissolved in the morning light


great absences

immaculate blue sky

the clouds

the clouds and the many things

leave us wordless

were we to listen enough

silence is here when

everything else is gone

nobel companion


silence is nowhere

abode to the mind

resting in that plenitude



mind has nowhere to dwell

the time of an utterance

revisions itself as the sea

wind sweeping the surface of waters

the time of a breath

to appear and disappear

this is us and


we follow the trail of birds

into the scented evening


the world that is the other world

but only to be found here

is the mirror of silence


to find it

one must step outside of it

no one steps outside of it

it is

erasure of what divides


it cannot be found

it is radiance

what we call vastness is its passing

from where to nowhere

light here

dark here

right here


in its wake


that distant murmur


late night

we are asleep

to draw cool water

dreams merge

at the mountain source

keeping vigil

the toads in the pond


just to sit

moment after moment

simplicity invites

be present with what is



what is it


abundance of what is alive

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