. . . Time seems to move, and I seem to go…
but in meditation, I am never apart from the gamboling ‘herd’
and as life presses beyond the known, beyond time and space, leaving everything behind
I still “greet” the camels at their watering hole each morning…
where they look up from their circle… eyes are large… welcoming where I dissolve
Envisioning Fearing No More 
I am sure the camels miss you also and your extraordinary loving care of them… and then they meet you in Contemplation and all is well… but I do hear them occasionally… ” Stuart! Stuart! Where is our steward??!! “
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