Awareness

In the mailbox this rainy, blustery, late October morning: A note prompted by Chögyam Trungpa.

Awareness, rather, a sense of being. The one happening here and now. A nonconceptual awareness, ungraspable by facts and figures. An experience for which there are no words, without terms, or concept, without visualization. A palpable silence. Even the stars are listening. It’s taking place, and it is unnameable. Ineffable. Notwithstanding this meager attempt to share.