No matter how tired I am I always find myself up here at night looking out , past the windows, past the few stars we can see from a wastefully illuminated city at some imaginary point on the horizon. At night there is this wave that rushes through every crevice of this swarming city, washing away as many traces of the previous day as possible though perfectly missing just the right recalcitrant yesterday-memories that coax us into action again once we fully wake up. Can you feel it? Right before you fall asleep if you feel this gentle rocking, maybe its passing over you at the moment signaling your sudden release into the embrace of sleep.
I really feel that during the night time, when we are tucked away from the harsh rays of the sun, we can consciously feel ourselves expand beyond the caste mortality. Yes I am here writing you, but I am also far away at a place beyond words. I am with friends who have gone on without me, I am with friends that have forgotten me, and I am even a Friend to myself. There is no distance between here and my loved ones in Paris, Montreal, or those of you who write me from around the world who I keep in my heart. We are the words, the silence they cut through to reach each other and the smiles we each give when we converse through the infinite spaces between the letters.
Somehow we have managed to journey to the ‘now’, the source of all. The cries of pain from two weeks ago are impossible to distinguish from today’s peals of laughter. This moment now is my own spontaneous meditation, I am in the Presence if you were to call out to me “Dave” I would recognize my name and be upset that it has brought me back from the now, to here
The longing you feel for this lovecomes from inside you.When you become the Friend,your longing will be as the man in the oceanwho holds to a piece of wood.Eventually, wood, man, and oceanbecome one secret beingShams Tabriz, the secret of God.