Gathering - The Way of Phi in Practice -

A massive raft of mallards met my eyes as I was taking my daily walk. Never have I seen even close to this many in this location. Normally, there is perhaps a handful, but on this frigid day, there were myriads of them.

Dear friend,

I wonder if the journey is ever speaking

When I make time to listen

Between the in-breath and the out-breath,

I sometimes notice a place

Ubiquitous

Yet easy to miss

It sounds like silence,

Yet there is something palpable,

Like a pulse

At night,

When things shift,And the restless relax

Within this moment,I hear a whispering wind

I don't know whence it comes

Nor how far away it resides

And when I wake up,

My memory lingers for but a moment

But the sense remains

That something important happened

And I was not alone

The gathering is ever-present

The mallards commune

And only now am I beginning to remember

Still here,

Christopher

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