Kalisada, a place promoting a peaceful life. Timeless rhythms of nature, an abundance of vividness.
Practicing alone together. Sangha is a precious gift. The mutual body, studying the mystery with many different eyes.
I feel a link to the past. Not surprisingly to the other places and times of immersion in meditation and nature. A recollection of certainty. No place to go, nothing to do, no one to become.
This little vow reaches so far.
Maybe when I retire I will create a lifestyle like this. Wait, aren’t I already retired? The French origin of the word means to draw back ( re – tirer).
Must communion with Self and nature wait until later?
I must leave today – the time is near. The scenery will change, the rhythm uprooted.
A sense of sadness, like that one as you awake from a beautiful dream as it fades from awareness.
It’s difficult to express this recollection in words. Yet it is deeply embedded in my cells, in my bones. Like a lotus bud waiting to bloom.