DEFINITION
Somewhere between prayer and weeping.
Something like science and song.
When the wind catches your breath
And the waves fill the shore with longing.
When the cauldron bubbles and three drops unbidden
Jump hot and perfect onto the fingertips of your tongue.
When the ordinary suchness takes on shimmer.
When the sound of it somehow does not die away but lingers.
When it feeds us as nothing else can because it is why we are made:
The speaking of heart and head and gut.
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simonhlilly 