For a month anyway
re ordering
re structuring
"The night is passed and the day lies open before us"*
When I make a space
a break in time
somehow come into the presence of that which is entirely other
I
as it were
come back to my senses
become aware of who I am and the presence.
The falseness and apparent contrived nature of
awkward space
liminal place
provides opportunity to to interrogate
not only how I come into the presence
but how the presence
comes into my presence.
There's some sort of negation taking place as we each find a chair
sit facing each other
eyes meeting
mood changing from 'I to thou'
back and forth
in the ebb and flow of difference and oneness
poured backwards and forwards the mystery unfolds
the river flows
breath becomes one
stillness is followed by silence
the pendulum slows to a standstill.
Difference fades
I hear the chortle of the stream
flowing
telling its endless story.
* Common Worship - Daily Prayer
