Meditation

And now the sun descends behind the grassy cliffs, the rays are a deep golden hue, bringing everything into color, into being. The monastery bells are ringing, the time for vespers is now. I wish to stay and bask in the eternal and benevolent glow of the sun, to sit here and sleep, to write myself into existence. The present so vivid, there are too many mysteries to ponder, much beauty to behold. I still gape in awe, soul-spaced and light-bodied at the thought of Divine creation, of the secrets brought to the senses. And there is a strong red ant marching toward me, two now, on either side of me. They hunt me out, they consider my nature, sense me and know I am harmless. I am a benign giant shading their atmosphere, a thin bearded being, loving to live and to continue living. The monks have taught me things. To be simple, to love without ceasing, to become lost, absent-minded in the immensity of glory that is continually overflowing. To eat little and pray much, to know that God has words to praise Him properly, of all the books written it cannot be contained, of tongues and minds it cannot be explained. There is a lonely fish jumping in the sea. I hear the splash echo through the bay and the grassy cragged shores and I think of how it has been for me for a long time. And like me, it has been the same for many others.
Oh monks, brothers, teachers and saints, those of you held by a stronger rope to the heavens, pray for us all, that we may live in kingdoms and kingdoms and kingdoms for what we suffer now.