I have discovered that if I must, I can tie myself to the mast, and not give in to fruitless thinking about matters I cannot resolve. This works, as long as I do not give in, but stay single-heartedly in my center. 

I go to sleep determined to stay thus fixed, like Ulysses, looking neither right nor left, as the sirens of my thoughts wail around me…

Just before 3am I wake to find everything simmering in peace. I open the window and lean out into the cold, wet dark filled with sparkles. Everything is suspended, life humming and dreaming in intimate, perfect peace. The silence holds everything and all life in its hands, an empty chalice simmering, simmering with stillness…

After a long time I close the window and sit, taking in my room, the lights and shadows, the pictures on the walls, the things of my everyday existence, everything still and at peace. For a long, long time I sit, not wanting to break the sweet, humming silence…

Peace at 3 a.m.

Trudi Lee Richards

Author, poet, Spanish-English translator; Activist and community builder. Member of the international Community of Silo's Message (www.silosmessage.net) and its Portland, Oregon and Red Bluff, California communities (www.RedBluffPark.org) Published work includes "On Wings of Intent, a biography of Silo," "Soft Brushes with Death, a Jorge Espinet Primer," "Fish Scribbles," and "Experiences on the Threshold - with Silo's Message." Also publisher and editor of "Human Future," an independent review published in San Francisco, California, from 1989 to 1996. Mother of five grown kids/stepkids and five step grandkids; Long ago graduate of Stanford University; Lives in Portland, Oregon.