approaching silence

Updated: Sep 20

report from a silent retreat

serra de monchique

summer twenty twenty-two


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everything falls away

arrayed yet ungraspable


slowly

the hand opens

the mind


stillness is


*

the heart realm

home to paths

crossings here and there


movement incessant


closures

none


*

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

fading


maybe it's the bell ringing

waves let loosened into 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

maybe time

maybe space


this is the beginning

both of forgetting

and remembering


*

questions make peace

with silence

with absence of response


released

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

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

everything


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


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


*

vastness

what is it

abundance


abundance of what is alive




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