To remember how to live

Each time I begin here, 
I begin immediately from nothingness.
And from that nothingness, 
I come to an immediate sensation 
Of all of my cells and molecules.

That, too, is nothing.
And yet it is a nothingness that contains a vibration of being and of life.

And it is a mystery from the beginning
Because although it is empty and still, 
It is animate and, above all, alive.

So without understanding it at all, I discover
Here and now, 
That I am intimately connected to the root of life, 
The place where it flows in.

And instead of wishing to get anything for myself here,
My wish becomes much less complicated,
For it grows and lives in this place where its great interest 
And even the love which it senses 
Is founded on the wish to receive life.

This here, untouched as I encounter it, 
Is the marrow of the bones of creation.
The place where goodness flows in from an unknown source 
To fill the space between every molecule 
With the rich source of its substance,
So that the molecular and the cosmological nature of being can begin from here,
Already filled with the goodness 
That comes from beyond the places that man and woman know,
And from beyond the concerns that man and woman have.

And I see that I am invited to dwell here for a moment,
To come into direct contact 
With this great source of love and of sorrow and of goodness.

And I am at a loss.
I know nothing except the feeling 
That I can offer gratitude and thanks.

And so I am here gathering the force within my molecules,
Within my cells,
Within the marrow of my bones,
Trying to help goodness and love to flow into being here.

Making the effort to be a worthy vessel 
So that these forces can be concentrated
And that a love for others and for the world itself 
Can be born in my heart in each moment 
As a reminding factor that helps me to remember how to live.