As I await the bell, a flood of emotion and
Excitement fills me.
The potential for connection is just ahead,
Each moment a possibility for fulfillment.
Hours feel like minutes in the predawn darkness and
Black widows look down on me like all knowing eyes.
Buddha’s face, illuminated by candle flame,
Comes to life, filling the room with his essence.
At 5:30, a procession of sleepy souls makes its way
Up the creaky stairs and each takes its place in rows of blue.
There are yawns from the now familiar faces and heads of tussled hair
As we each fade slowly into ourselves and become one in silence.
The next few hours are punctuated by a creaking floor, the shuffles of re- positioning bodies, and hungry pre-breakfast tummy growls.
We all appear to be different people on the outside but inside
Our humaneness enables us to share a singular mindset and a connected purpose.
When the sitting and silence is done, we will move back into our individual lives richer for the people we have met and the silence we have shared.
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Silent retreats are great!
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They really are, aren’t they!! Can’t wait to go to the next one 🙂
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I heard this poem at the end of this retreat and it really moved me. Spot on and thank you so much for this.
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thanks, Jerry, it was so wonderful to see you again and thank you for reading my poetry… your comment is very much appreciated! I am in Orlando at Disney World, an amazing place! take care and hope to see you again soon 😉
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Sitting Comfortably
In My Own Mind
Without Thought
Without Boredom
Without Fear
Without Wanting to Stay
Without Wanting to Leave
Without Wanting
Just Being
Glad to Be
Alive…
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Hey, great to hear from you!! Love this poem, it is so very You!! send more, please 🙂 hope you are well my friend…
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