The soft sounds of 
misty rains landing on leaves
and springtime frogs singing reprieve
melted into all the corners 
of my soul,
leaving me
 
…floating…

in a silence 
I have never known.
Unaware 
in the moment, I just 

…floated…

blissfully relieved
of the noise of this world,
until
the voice trumpet echoed 
through my whole self…

“I know that I am known.”*

…and all the questions 
I have ever had 
disappeared 
in a puff of cottony 
awareness of 
all I’ll ever need to know:

“I know that I am known.” 


*With thanks for Father Thomas Keating’s guided mediation in Open Mind, Open Heart