Rev. Kendra Joyner Miller
There is an ancient Sufi practice where individuals are invited to meditate on the sound of their heart. In this practice you are to get in touch with the beating, source of life within each of us. It is that simple and it is that difficult. Recently I was guided through this practice, trying to eliminate the monkey within my mind that swings from branch to branch, from the to-dos that seem to clutter my mind, to let go of the competing rhythms of heart and breath and to recognize that even in our stillness we are at our foundation rhythms and movement. Below is my reflection of this experience:
Where are you?
I can hear you in the pounding of my ears
In the thumping of blood against the soft skin of my throat.
You giver of life.
You creator of movement and breath.
Why are you so silent in the space where you reside?
Why are you so still
and yet everything in this moment is from you.
I long to reach up and touch the place
where you call home
reassuring myself that you are still there
though this thought tells me
and i am