the path where I
and others walk and bike
O, sunny day
but where is rain
to clean my soul
to return to the past
to retrieve what was once
discovered and enjoyed
~”oneing of love”
let your day unfold in moments
open to uncertainties and ruins of the world
~“long experience of love”, once, and intensely.
The sky and how small
I’m in the universe
I remember a voice
heard a long time ago:
“You don’t have to be perfect
to be with me.”
-half moon
threading a camel
through the eye of a needle
-mental earthquake
lighting a candle
not a switch on the wall
to brighten the room
to slow time a bit
a deep breath
breathe in, breathe out
creating a space between
a threshold of a door
space between stages
“the liminal space”
leaving a calculative
mind and entering
a contemplative mind
to see reality
as it is,
to meet God,
the light on the path,
begins our retreat.
note: I attended a spiritual retreat this past weekend at San Damiano Retreat House in
Danville,CA. for more thought on liminal space see:
http://composerinthegarden.com/2012/05/02/the-space-between/
photo: the windmill trail, on of the trails, in San Damiano Retreat House grounds