I respond to him:
And yet, I remain unmoved.
Might be the profound sorrow I feel for all the deaths all the suffering all the despair.
For me, tonight, prayer is the longing for what is not there, what is not here.
Nor do I expect, nor even want, that longing to be satisfied.
Like zazen, I attend, without hope, expectation, or desire for any particular outcome.
Yes, I pray.
It is prayer of non-intentional attention . . . non-other than attention itself.
With all that is here . . .
Which I vaguely imagine is what God is — here.