Ha.  But that is an essential teaching of the Tao, the Flow, the Way.  Watch the empty space–it is the most useful.  The opening of the pitcher, the hole in a ring for your finger, the place where your head goes to put on your shirt.  The open field of possibilities.  That field beyond right and wrong.  The river that fills all the crevices of no-thing with all there is.

So I am at and in an empty space before a new cycle.  Not sure what the new cycle is.  Not really empty, actually.  Filled with those human hallucinogenic stories of regret, shame, blame, what-ifs.  To be in the Tao is to open to the ending with grace, see it coming (didn’t well enough there), and honor it so there is a pure opening for the next cycle.

What a TRIP this human adventure is?  Why couldn’t this be easy?  Whose idea was it to have a monkey mind that screams and flies from tree to dark waving branch of a hidden tree?  Or this strange tiny muscle of a heart that aches and is restless in my breast?

I give up.  Today I just want to lean on Your love.  Leaning on Your love.  Leaning on Your love.