As of Monday I will be gone fishing for a week. But I don’t fish!?
So by gone I mean I’ll be away in the wilderness and by fishing I mean that I will be on a meditation retreat. Fishing in the pond of my mind. Fishing for emptiness. (Link to an explanation of the concept of emptiness in Buddhism)
When I return I hope my mind will be the mirror-like surface of a bottomless deep blue mountain lake. Fat chance of that… the waves will continue! I will report when I return. Or sooner, if I find a tree that has wifi.
Fishing for emptiness…..funny
A week in the wilderness sounds great.
You wrote a poem here.
I remember an emptiness méditation that asked this question : what is me ? My eye ? My hand ? My name ? My work ?… Finally, nothing. Marguerite Duras said : « Tout est dans le tout ». I’m in everything and everything is me.
I felt a great relief ! I was free of all forms, all limits. Then, I saw an illimited space of peace. For me, the desert reflects this state.
To be or not be ? I choose to be nothing because it’s a possibility of inner transformations. Sainte Elisabeth de la Trinité wrote : « I keep quiet and I listen to God. ». I think the silence is the word of the wise in all religions, cultures or countries…
The silence saves my life every day.
Beautiful….