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.