There is a place
Where the trees breathe,
Where there are no voices, only one voice, Where the chickadees and white throat sparrow compete for song In a world as wide as Cosmos, Where the clouds don't care what shape they turn into, And where your presence is acknowledged by a silence of the mind.
There are boulders in the field here.
Do not pretend to move them with your eyes.
There is a nakedness to the air here.
Do not try to dress it up with your thoughts.
This place is not like any other place.
There is no purpose here, only feeling.
You do not have to do anything here,
You just show up,
Unannounced, and
The blue mountains welcome you,
The sky opens its broad arms and embraces your pain, And the raspberried meadows reflect your simple truth.
A steep, gravelled path through a wet, green wood Has guided you to this place, this wilderness.
But the real journey has been within you all this time, A journey that you hold inside your self, Of endless loneliness, hope, longing, desire, And loss.
And now here you are,
Not knowing,
With eyes closed, wondering,
Quietly wondering,
In the same place you shut your eyes to at night, That dream of every dream of all the world, That binds us all together in one thought, One passion, One clear-eyed moment, That dream of long ago and still to come.
This is the place.
Arrive at it,
Awaken to it,
Settle down into it,
And imagine your life like this.