The Wind

fierce wind blowing
widely splitting
high white blue sky
ever opening

enter all into the circle
sit upon the tiles of trees
gather quiet
silence round us
calmly breathing
hoping peace

fierce wind blowing
rushing wildly
down snow mountains
blasting free

enter all into the circle
loosely holding
all the rumbling
letting go
what spirit frees

fierce wind blowing 
skimming black ground
flattening green grass
touching sea

enter all into the circle

gracious inside

hollowed be

filled with nothing

spaciously.

                                                               
                                             Centering Prayer Silent Retreat
                       Skálholt, Iceland
                                 15-22 May 2011