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;

This vastness

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.

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