LIMBO

This is a meditation based upon Psalm 114

Sometimes it happens that you feel like

you are living in someone else’s story

Like you were kidnapped from your own life

and plunked down into another’s

Everything feels foreign

You ask, “Where am I?”

“What just happened?”

You can’t even fathom a “Why?” question

When you enter that kind of limbo

twirl like a Whirling Dervish

until the Divine in you

springs forth again, like a fountain

Because, the rivers and seas know

The hills and mountains know

The earth knows, and

this will ground you