The meditation here felt qualitatively different
from this morning under the eucalyptus trees—
we had been given the expectation to see

A falcon or a condor. Waiting for silence
did not seem to be such an exciting prospect.
I rely heavily on being able to close my eyes

To access the prismatic dimension of the third
eye. Nonetheless, I watched and waited. The
wind made noise. The river made noise.

The campesinos tilling the field were silent. The
sheep and the lambs could be heard from miles
around. At several points during the meditation,

We were passed by a heard of cows. The land
near this viewing site is prickly—full of succulent
plants and cacti. A large prickler had insisted on

Entering my leg. It was less difficult than earlier
in the day to feel like my filaments were clean.
There may have been a couple of transcendent

Moments. Yesterday, I had a realization—
I share my father’s inner ability to open to the light.
As they say, it is in the DNA. On the way back.

We walked in silence. Only then, was I filled with
The original awe I love so very much.
The clouds were pink and gold—

entire areas were suffused with divine love.
I exclaimed to Sage, “The light.” Then three falcons
flew down the river away from the jungle.

The monastery and the hills turned gold. That night
I saw a shadow that didn’t relate to anything else.
I wondered if it had a relationship to the idol Americo

Described as the Count—the refugee witches had seen.
It was neither a man nor a woman, neither a boy or a girl.
It was a spirit. Perhaps it came from outer space.

The silhouette I discerned looked like bottled water!