Departure
The deciduous year
attenuates
draws thin my failed resolve
too insubstantial now even to grasp
What, beyond a certain grief,
can I make of this?
Is not the striving itself the failure?
What marks the way
between efforting and easy acceptance?
beyond the failed dialogue between recrimination and defense?
The year contracts
Yes. Vacated space again:
at once
a stark statement of emptiness
and the quantum paradox of concurrent fullness
What is required now?
Non-striving stillness
awaiting
"not information, but transformation"*
and silence
silence born of profound listening.
*Rabbi David Ingber
