meditator – teacher – mentor – writer
This poem was written on April 5, 2024 soon after I arrived at IMS (Insight Meditation Society) in Barre, MA for a 7-day silent meditation retreat.
Before noble silence began I had a moment where I was sitting on the bed that would hold my body for the week sipping tea from my travel mug.
I felt that I had arrived! This poem came to me effortlessly. I was not trying to write a poem. It slipped into the mind as if from the mug itself. It was the first of many openings experienced throughout the week. Just the only one captured in words.
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