Tears flow in the mist

Journal entry, Thursday, 11 February 2016, Bordeira, Portugal.


Heavy mist. Dark sky. Rain. The smell of coffee.

Waking up, so much deep, touching silence in my heart today. 

This heart, touched so deeply by the stillness, becomes the stillness.

I speak, sharing the meeting of my Master.

Tears flow. 

Without sadness. Tears of the divine. Tears of union. Tears that flow from the eyes of one touched by the Truth of who they are. 


Untouchable silence.

“Leaving the rest to God.”
— Thomas Merton