I Am Here

Did I choose to be here, or was I summoned?
Am I here to learn, or to respond?
And do I need to know?
I am here.  That is all. 

I am.  In the midst of laws of nature and trends of consciousness.
I am.  Here.
Its glory.  Its mystery.  Its dread-ful loneliness.  Its delight-ful connections.  Its not knowing what's next.

Here.
To savor. Not save.
To admire.  Not control.
To engage.  Not resist.

Here.
I am.

And the answer, I believe, is Yes.

And Then the Silence Enters You

And then the silence enters you.

It will not come unless you have made room.  And, depending on your attachment  (addiction?)  to busy-ness, it may take time to truly make room.  Perhaps, even, the phrase “make room” sends one off course, because silence doesn’t come from striving, it comes when efforts no longer have a goal.   It comes when you’ve forgotten to make room for all the things you have orchestrated.   There is a surrender, a stepping aside, that must happen before silence enters.

This is not merely a moment without noise.  While a reprieve for the heart and an expanse for the breathe, a moment of release is not the silence that enters you.  I speak of the presence where presence abides;  the silence where connections are known with the unity of all things.

This silence, with our full notice, brings us to stillness.  And stillness, my friend, is the place where the soul is replenished.  Stillness is the sister spirit of joy.