Encounter

In an age haunted by forgetting, contemplative practice offers a path of re-membering. Through it, we shed amnesia’s veil and reawaken to the wholeness that is our birthright – our intrinsic kinship with all creation.

For too long, we have dwelled in the fog of separateness, heedlessly poisoning land and waters, rending the very matrix from which we arose. Each mindless pollution, each extraction’s wound in the Earth’s flesh, deepens our exile from the truth of our being.

But the contemplative way calls us back to intimacy with nature’s wild holiness. To retreat not from but towards the untamed edges where forests, deserts, and the unfurling of one’s inscape mirror each other in sacred reflection. To encounter anew the primordial interconnected rhythms that birthed us.

In stillness, we experience our existence as woven seamlessly into the Earth’s endless sanctuary. We shed the illusion that nature is alien from our thriving, external to the core of our identity. Instead, we reconnect with the holy ground of our belonging – the blessed matrix that conceived us and continually sustains our tenuous blooming.

This homecoming unveils a blazing sight – the entire cosmos alive, pulsing with divine presence. All creatures, mountains, waters shimmering with one shared luminescence. We glimpse our isthmus role in this radiant ecology of holiness and re-member our sacred duty as Earth’s contemplatives.

To nurture creation through loving presence. To gather all that has scattered into forgetfulness. With each breath, each pause of rapt beholding, we knit severed worlds back into wholeness. We become portals through which new life rushes – the undoing of amnesia, the birthing of a contemplative, Earth-cherishing humanity.

This is the Great Remembering to which we awaken. An undivided awareness where the Holy unveils itself ceaselessly as this forest, this ocean, these nested patterns of sacred ecology to which we joyfully belong. Here, now, always – for those who have eyes to see, the kindom flowers.