Friday, November 13, 2009
Reflections from Ireland
Through days and miles, I close my eyes and see the wondrous faces of Noble Silence.
Dim lit room – candles flickering – features softened. Some weary from a day of feasting on the senses - others radiant upon reflection of the ancestors and saints gone by.
Silently – we form a circle – entering meditative prayer through reading and ritual. We bow our heads with soft-focused eyes until the words of the first bubble to the surface.
Palms together – gentle nod – the words flow. Some brief – others a longer story. They wash over me – absorbing me in the soft light – the dark of night surrounding us beyond.
A bow to finish and the silence rests upon us again.
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