21, moved

21, which is really 20 b, as we are still in the same day, but this day did call for two separate writings.

I spent much of the day talking, of issues, problems, plans, troubles, heard of disappointments and not so good things, but then there were few minutes of something that moved me. A lady I spent much of the day with spoke of great yearning for deeper understanding and heartfelt endeavour for our entrance to higher realms of effort on our spiritual path, of three pills (she quoted a teacher I hold dear) one of which is empty, one containing a poison and one medicine, from outside alike, but with different content and different result when taken. It was not so much the words that moved me, but the feeling she was talking about and expressing with those words. Feeling I recognized as few moments of treasure in my life, moments where I felt moving deeper, higher, closer to myself, toward honest presence of all I am and I am not and presence of kindness, gentlness and strength, as well as serenity and some grave touch of something enormous and breath taking. Place where I wish I could reach more often, as it is cleansing, safe, peaceful, inspiring and possibly intoxicating.

For this moment that moved me, I am thankful, as even a memory of it, moves me closer to it.