Oh Sweet One, these things I pray: see You more clearly, love You more dearly and follow You more nearly.  I don’t really need to follow You, as You are within and around me always.

It is like the flame wondering where the fire is.  Or the mouse thinking the cat is not watching at every moment.  Yet reminding myself that I am in the Presence is the practice.  My mind wanders as an ant carrying a monster grain of sand to the mound, or an antelope standing on an anthill imagining she is on top of the world.

In the midst of messed plans, broken car, disturbing wakes of relationship vibrations, if I can sit and remember that soft Harmony that sings through All That Is, all my human faculties relax and rest back i the hammock of Her Smile.