The house is quiet.  I am alone, the pets outside.  The air is easy and I am still.  I soak up the soft nothing, I revel and anchor in the nowhere.  The tree of me is powerful.  My day–the whole day–is right here, right now in the calm of the keys clicking.

Rumi said, “Keep moving, but there is nowhere to go.”  Thanks for that, as sometime the human fear that there is nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to applaud, no echo of partner, pet or mirror, freezes me.  I sit catatonic in smallness, shrinking with self-abusive anger in comparison to an illusion of you out there.

But this breath here and now doing nothing going nowhere is eternal power shining from my center of the Lady seeded within me, brilliant starlight through my skin, fingers, and like the light from Her magic wand of love, touches you.  Right here, right now.