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Wednesday, September 14, 2005
True Peace
I hear the desert calling me.
The alone-ness.
The silence, interrupted only by the breeze whispering in my ear. Calling my name.
I am. In the desert, I am only I am.
The drama of the earth's inhabitants plays on, but I am not engaged.
I sit with the trees who have watched the changing of the seasons, endured the biting snows and unforgiving suns, and kept a silent equanimity.
I am one with them.
In the desert I have no walls to protect me, no electricity to keep me comfortable, and no television to tell me the weather forecast or who is running loose that I must fear.
There is no fear when the round, living form of the earth holds me close
And I hear its heartbeat.
Some might say that I must stay here and work for peace. In the desert, I KNOW peace. What more is there?
For info on the vision quest that I (and Michael) will be undertaking, see:
http://www.boulderinstitute.org/quest.htm
The alone-ness.
The silence, interrupted only by the breeze whispering in my ear. Calling my name.
I am. In the desert, I am only I am.
The drama of the earth's inhabitants plays on, but I am not engaged.
I sit with the trees who have watched the changing of the seasons, endured the biting snows and unforgiving suns, and kept a silent equanimity.
I am one with them.
In the desert I have no walls to protect me, no electricity to keep me comfortable, and no television to tell me the weather forecast or who is running loose that I must fear.
There is no fear when the round, living form of the earth holds me close
And I hear its heartbeat.
Some might say that I must stay here and work for peace. In the desert, I KNOW peace. What more is there?
For info on the vision quest that I (and Michael) will be undertaking, see:
http://www.boulderinstitute.org/quest.htm
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