The hallucinogenic illusion of life is distracting.  Health, news, visitors, boredom, and that ever-present trap of uselessness ambushes me.  I go days without touching the source.

Today the voices of “why bother” are afoot.  Still I read some words that pull me from this abyss, sit here, squinting at the screen without my glasses, sending my journey from human to spirit and back again .

It is the eternity between these tiresome breaths that I see the Divine One, the endless It, the sweet soothing Soul that connects me to All That Is.  It is the deep green shadows between the trees.  I hear it in the crow squak and the sparrow twitter.  The music of far away, long ago, strumming through magical electronic devices.  I rest in the safety of my dearly chosen car.  The spaces between the breaths save me from mere life.