My room looks out onto my forest.  It is my forest, I rarely see anyone else walking.  My trees, my path, my seasons, my deep green.  I met the Deva of this forest this morning and burst into tears at Her beauty.  She reminded me how One-der-full we are–together.

What an amazing endeavor, putting body and soul as One!  Thought and spirit twisted up so tightly in blood, bones and muscles-wood, water and firelight of the sun.  Breath from the green to me and back to the leaves who lap it up.  Brilliant incomprehensible engineering.

Then there is the impressive hilarity of how I forget this in the next moment.  The Divine You seems so far away, the tiny me so flat and dusty.

Feet on the path.  I walk.