Vinn's Journal
5/1/2006 |
When I am liberated by silence,
when I am no longer involved
in the measurement of life, but in the living of it,
I can discover a form of prayer in which
there is effectively no distraction.
My whole life becomes a prayer.
My whole silence is full of prayer.
The world of silence in which I am immersed
contributes to my prayer.
thomas merton
There are times in stepping out onto the streets of oncoming traffic, looking both ways simultaneously, that this over cloud of a misty murk of mediocrity descends and envelops.
I struggle to place a foot in front, balance, and become movement activity, without the constant measurement of meaning and purpose.
Quickening the gait to avoid the oncoming flow of tire and steel cage which houses a speedy occupant rushing toward the light, I become thankful to reach the safety of an elevated sidewalk.
Suddenly to rise above the oncoming and rushing thought-traffic brings with it a temporary relief and safe haven.
This becomes an exalted engagement.
These are leaps into the air space which twists and turns with the hope of a landing without permanent bruising.
These times seem, to me, as if I am side walking unsteadily, uncertain, and unavailable to the movement moment at hand.
All things appear so unrelated; the choice of what to eat, what to write, what opportunities to pursue, friends to share time with.
Everything seems as if it is a distraction; but, what from?
Splintered and stowed away on a vessel cutting through a fog of forgetfulness; I long for positive positioning on firm ground.
Finding that there is, yet again, this place I occupy that is shaky, porous, and holds nothing for very long.
I find another opportunity to practice and become silence around any uncertainty.
To have faith in the night becomes the poet’s song and I sing it again, still wary, still worried, and still woven into a tapestry of this everyday dance.
Travel well………..vinn