We have irrigated the bare sand.  There are shopping malls and highways and subdivisions.  I’m sitting in one now.  Still.  The palm trees wave at me, the Divine is present with their scrappy trimmed trunks, in the ripples of the water in the pool, in the brilliant red rock mountains in the distance.

From the soft obscuring mist of the Pacific northwest to the blinding light of the southwest–She is here.

Immersed in the wonder of the Tao, I claim the Presence, here and everywhere.  In chaos, holidays, airports, at the cash register and quiet sitting on the soft rug listening to the desert birds chirp praises.