Finding Our Way

Seven Hundred Years to Go

The Dalai Lama told a group of my colleagues not to be anxious.The work we’re doing now, he said, will bear fruit in seven hundred years.

We awake in a brave new world and we don’tknow what we did. For years, images in ourperiphery hovered, haunting, compelling us be brave.We turned to embrace them and they vanished with our effort.By this pursuit, we bred our own exhaustion.

Hope wedded us to loss. Lost words,lost colleagues, lost clarity. In loss wecowered, sometimes together, often alone,in the dark cave where the future shadowed us,history at our back, promiseglimmering at the entrance.

And now the future is streaming through the walls,consuming our faint fires, beckoning us move outsideto this bright geography so ...