What the heck is that?! says the Human.  Ahhhh, says the Spirit–so exciting, such an adventure, horribly difficult, often sad, certainly chaotic.  You’ll love it!

hmmmm.

The Tao says that high and low define each other.  What a fascinating path this is to feel the low and recognize the high Way.  My dear feet yearn for soft moss, my energetic eyes seek the mountaintop viewpoint.

Off to a wondrous rainy morning, I bow of the brilliance, to be a tiny grateful being on this sweet planet.

What to do when this human, watching the spirit flow, goes dull?  Plans look lackluster, routines seem tiresome, body natters at me.  The furrows of normal human mind  waves.  Stomach gurgles, aches demand slowing down, murky thoughts obscure the path.

This sitting, soft clicking is a call for the Presence.  Little pinpoints of the day’s delight whisper a song.  Silhouettes of the pines tell me that the darkness is an illusion.  And lo and behold, there is my reflection in the near morning depths.

In the mirroring light of my love, You are revealed.  Your eyes, Your fingers, Your day.  How would You like to spend it Dear One?

“Together,” She says.

Flow is flow.  Life happens, then settles down.  And keeps on happening.  Breath.  Seasons. Nights.  Day.  Light and darkness.  Awake and dream.  Which is which?

Sitting in the fallow of the wave before it rises up again to crest, I sit in pure ease, watching You dance around me.  Memories of You bearing gifts through friends and family.  Reminders of You as the very air that cools my home.

And here for You are the words you send me this morning.  Gratitude and soft acceptance of Your Presence and the waves of this now. And this now.  And that now.  Now.

Onward surfing.

All the leaves on the trees clap their hands.  They do that for me, for humans.  They soak up our breathing out and gift us with the purest fragrance of Her Majesty, Nature.

It is a good time here in this quiet space, silent time.  The clicking of the keys remind me I’m in the room, listening to the Presence.

Let me rest on this planet for more time and space.  Allowing the wonder of the earth flow through me, Divine starlight that I am.

That I would be so still to hear the giggles and gladness in the forest, even as I feel darkness as the path.

Bowing to the Sweet One, I join the audience.

Stir up the waters, She says.  Mix a delicious soup.  Drink it up first and then share it with others.  Love makes waves.  But it starts right here where I am.

In this dark cool morning, I wrap the Divine caress around me and lean into the mystery.  This now is endless and it will disappear into this now, and this now and then.

Photographs in the hallway show smiles long gone.  Mystery of those nows rippling into the brilliant silence of here and now.

I am determined to make ripples wherever I am. Now.

I am a process consisting of polarities with an allegiance to a single principle.

Can I love my mind like the river?

Only when I am free from desire can I imbibe in the mystery.

Fill me up drunk with Your confusing love.