An Ash Heap of Moon Dust
It took months of study, thought, reflection, and prayer, but I found my way forward, rose from zazen on the lunar platform, spoke with Job on an ash heap of moon dust. The Hebrew poets of Andalusia widened the perspective, with Hanagid directing Yehuda Halevi to guide me below to Mt. Carmel and Elijah’s slaughter of the prophets of Baal. Dante lifted the Persona from that scene of horror, flying up the boot of Italy, into Europe….
