25. Meditation-as-Prayer
Gradually, over the years, my meditation practice has become what might better be described as a life of prayer. Maybe it's meditation-as-prayer.
Where nothing was, no-thing now is. AND abounds.
This next breath becomes an opportunity to ask the Real to enter my still complicated and often confused life. This next tender breath is an admission that my need is deep and that it won’t ever be met by me alone. My great mistake has been the belief that it could be.
You have done well
In the contest of madness.
You were brave in that holy war ...
May I speak to you Like we are close?
Once I found a stray kitten
And I used to soak my fingers
In warm milk;
It came to think I was five mothers
On one hand.
Weary traveler,
Why not rest your tired body?
Lean back and close your eyes ...
Surely
There is something wrong
With your ideas of
God,
O, surely there is something wrong
With your ideas of
God,
If you think
Our Beloved would not be so
Tender.
- Hafiz
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My "unthought known" is gradually becoming Unthought Knowing, trust deeper than words.
I no longer ask for an end to darkness, only to draw my next breath in tender Presence.
"I am with you. You are with me. No matter what happens, we will get through it together."
Presence in absence; I find ten-thousand blessings.
