Image Description: A large, orange-colored full moon is on the horizon in the center of the image, within a black sky. A dirt road, down the center of the image, leads to the moon. Grass, trees, and a fence line both sides of the road.
If you close your eyes and awaken your awareness,
If you inhale deeply and let that breath fill every part of your being,
If you allow yourself to sit with the Question —
really and truly, as if you were taking it out for tea,
it will inhabit you,
it will enliven you,
it will call you by name,
and you will know what I’m talking about.
You will be familiar with the Question,
because it keeps making itself familiar to you.
It is that Question that keeps rising again
inside your being,
like an enormous, beckoning moon,
and the mysterious tide She consistently summons.
Yes, listen.
Stand on the shore of the horizon
and welcome the Question revealed in the waves
of
longing
lingering
dreaming.
. . . that Idea that keeps returning,
. . . that Love that keeps emerging,
. . . that Path that keeps arriving,
Listen. . .
In the swell of waves,
Ah, there it is –
Won’t you?
It sounds for you –
Won’t you?
Hear it resound and expand –
Won’t you choose that which is choosing you?
Smuggling Grace 