The Master doesn’t seek fulfillment, but experience all things.  When i stretch to be extra good, very spiritual or knowledgeable, I can get off balance in the twisted profile of myself trying to “be” something or look right.  The Magician is distracted by the audience clapping at his slight of hand.

Let me lean on You.  Oh Sweet Presence, let me feel your fragrance, touch your song, and rest in Your beauty–Earth.  My body is as precious as the dawn, from dirty to wrinkles to tired muscles.  I offer my treasured self as a favorite jacket to You to use as You will. 

Let me watch as You breathe winter’s cleansing wind through my bare branches, letting that which does not serve fall to rest in Your soft soil  arms.