When I am quiet as frogs who stop croaking when we trespass their sacred marsh, when I am quiet as a child who is sad in every cell, when I am quiet as the moment death carried Mom away, I become the Here of my life, time just another thought. |
Questions for Contemplation
What is your relationship to Quiet? What place does Quiet have in your life? What is the connection for you between Presence, the Here of your life, and Quiet?
How do you relate to the phrase “time just another thought.”?