That’s what comes to me today.  I want to spend the early morning with spiritual friends, but the Divine is anxious to try something brave at work.  So I bow to the Lotus within that is eager to work through me. 

I call on all birds of serenity to fly before me today, the firry pines to sweep the Way, the lacy skeleton empty broadleafs to herald the ease that meets me.  I pray that all my actions will flow like a warm knife through soft butter to spread kindness and goodness on the Path.

Let the soft spring rain wash me of all pouty resentment and make me a clean and pure vessel for the Exquisite Spirit, the Nothingness of Ein Sof to fill me with that spark of inexpressible darkness.

I am along for the Ride and it is glorious.