On Sunday we went into the cave at Las Huertas and meditated for several hours... I feel spiders crawling towards me. A young girl piles up bricks shutting us into the cave, playfully kicking up dust; we can't breathe. The cold damp air made we want to urinate. Eyes open or closed in total blackness, they invent a faint light - illuminating the brown stones. A loud buzzing sound comes to my ears. My body contracts and opens, fear and release coming in waves. My mouth grows big; I see every tooth and the cracks between teeth. My taste is exquisite, including the small drop of pine sap I licked hours ago. I am disoriented, swimming, fetal. Poisonous gasses are choking me. There are two paths, one of them leading to a dead end. My flashlight stops working. I poke my stick in any direction like a blind man - the room has grown larger, inches have magnified to the length of my entire arm. Death, subtly, every moment you visit me, but in the light you are invisible. In the darkness I can see you. I'm saying "yes" to my fear and exhale welcoming you. I'm not talking for hours and still the incense is burning.