At some point you will have put the words down.
Put the maps down.
Close the sacred books.
Stop being enthralled by the journeys
of your spiritual heroes
At some point, you will have to get up,
open your door and walk out into the
sunlight of your Being and feel its light and
its warmth on your own skin.
No longer satisfied by catching a glimpse of it
through the windows of another’s experience;
but stand in its full and glorious light,
naked and vulnerable and
in holy surrender with the story of your life
with all its twists and turns and tortured tales
lying pink and belly-up under the dome
of the disinterested sky:— 'First hand' @ http://ashramof1.tumblr.com/post/76631025170
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. — Wendell Berry, ‘The Peace of Wild Things’