The union that I seek is not of my creation. The self I have created impedes union. Stillness must be learned, and the endless time in which I learn it is filled with doubts and desolations. Stillness often feels like abandonment. Yet the wave cry and the wind cry want to fill the silence.
Life is our comforter.
When I stop the self-absorption, when I can pause a moment to gaze on what's around me, I experience this comfort. I feel the movement of forces that exist beyond me, but which willingly carry me with them. I don't experience nature's elemental energies of wind, movement, or mountains cast high into the sky as hostile. In that, I may be lucky-never to have been overwhelmed by gales or floods. When I lift my head into the wind, or commune with a mountain, I do so as a participant.