The Way


People have been sitting on this rock
for at least ten thousand years.

The boulder is Matilija sandstone –
it glows pink in the sunset & sunrise.
The trees are Ponderosa pine –
they smell like cream soda.
The vista sweeps across
mountains, ocean & islands.

For a moment, in that spot
this whole thing, this whole thing 
gathers itself together –

The natural & the divine.
The ancient & the modern.
The pain, grief & fear.
The hope, love & joy.
The darkness & the light.
The living & the dead.

The world as one,
held in the heart.

The practice is not easy,
but very simple –

Bring the mind home to the breath

& let the heart become great enough
to hold all of it, all of it, in peace. 

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