esalen sunrise, big sur
— Jon Kabat-Zinn, at Esalen, February 2012
In the realm of Esalen
Questions of silence,
of waves and monarchs,
cactus, mist, and tree ants.
The sound of my heart fear beats on the rocks.
The hurry to finish and the hope no one will speak to me,
and if I keep my head down no one will ask.
Questions of the silent lunch, of artichokes and lentils and carrots.
A dewdrop clear as glass rolls around like a pinball on
a leaf where veins of chlorophyll spread like green spider webs
until the droplet forms a pearl in the center, mirror to the very soul of life.
Questions of silence asked with no question marks, and answered
without knowing: Breath, trust, love, forgiveness, silence.