This, right here….never fits into your thinking. Independent of your story and aspirations, it couldn’t be more disinterested. This, here, your immediate surroundings, are not looking forward to the bible you think needs to be written nor is this eagerly awaiting the all-encompassing sermon you believe must be given.
No. There is just a one-way invitation, into these living things around you. Just like that slow-moving river yesterday flowing heavily along by itself, beside the train. Suddenly, jolted out of thoughts of “life” and “consciousness” and “union”, I realized that there was an invitation being held out to me, right then and there. An invitation to leave all my questions behind and join the river, be with it, rest in its peace, for just a few glorious moments before our tracks divided.
Constant Voice 