I started to breathe my soul this weekend.
How long I have held that breath.
Sitting in this sacred space, a space of our mutual making.
A tribe, created from nothing, from everything,
from words that penetrate minds and pierce hearts.
From awe born of sacred silence.
No time. No world. There is no turning back now.
The dream, retreating, reveals profound reality devoid of form.
A glimpse of truth. We breathed our souls as one.
September 26, 2015
I was inspired to write this poem by my first visit to Omega in Rhinebeck, NY where I attended a weekend workshop by Mark Nepo, "The Endless Practice. Becoming Who You Were Born To Be." We co-created, with Mark’s guidance, an amazing sacred space within the first hour of being together on Friday night, September 25, 2015. It expanded and profoundly deepened throughout the weekend and remains with me even now.