The spiritual path is not about understanding, but being absolutely at peace and curious about everything.  It seems laughable to me, any quest that has understanding as a final goal.  Even standing under, there is something under me.

All creation is vibrations.  The frost on the leaves, the still cold trees gripping lazy leaves.  The bushes that climb and blind and wind around it all.  Me, the keys, the water and the air.

Just to be in sync with the vibrations around me, in my body, in you, in those gone, is certainly a path of not-understanding.  Like listening to soft music in the back of the back of the house, I can lean into it, but can’t hear the words or the individual notes.  I still hum the tune.

Today it is about allowing me to be a simple vibration.  Low frequency, steady amplitude.  Now to fix the car.