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approaching silence

Updated: Feb 11, 2023

report from a silent retreat

serra de monchique

summer twenty twenty-two


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approaching silence


stepping into open space


no step steps will take you there

it it not there

it is not here


*

the skin of mountains you see

is made from the mirage of paths


*

things begin falling awqy


arrayed yet ungraspable


slowly

the hand opens

the mind


stillness is


*

the heart realm

home to all

paths


here and there

crossings you


movement incessant


closures

none


*

in its fullness

just empty space

knows no hurdles

the heart


*

whose heart whispers

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

fading


maybe it's the bell ringing

waves loosened into the air


*


from the ridgetop

red moon

full

emerges


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


it is closest


maybe time

maybe space


this is the beginning

both of forgetting

and remembering


*

questions slowly move into silence

find the peace of

absence of response


released

become resonance

opulence of response


*

what you thought you had to

leave behind to walk

freely among echoes

yet did not know


hs been here

here and already 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


silence is here when

everything else is gone


nobel companion


*

silence is nowhere

abode to the mind

resting in that plenitude

unstirring


*

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

the many things


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

constellations trace their path


that distant murmur


*


late night

we are asleep


to draw cooler 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

presence of what is


*

vastness

what is it

abundance


abundance is what

what is alive




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