Thus the Light rains, thus pours,
the liquid and rushing crystal
beneath the knees of the gods.
~ from CANTO IV by Ezra Pound
To live a contemplative life is to be open enough to see, free enough to hear, real enough to respond. It is a life, and so it has its own rhythms of darkness, of dying-rising. Simply enough, it is a live of grateful receptivity, or wordless awe, of silent simplicity.