I’m working on a thought piece about the relationship between meditation and activism. But it’s long and involved! In the meantime, here is a poem that came to me during meditation last night.
This torrent of thought
that rushes me forward
and churns me about;
that cradles the overflow
and receives its settling muck as fertile gift;
This minuscule rivulet of courage
that sparkles in the sunlight of
my knowing it is enough.