I keep the heat off, saving money and all.  I like the window open at night to breathe the whispers of the trees in my dreams.  So it is chilly here now.

Funny funny funny practice wherein I am not to take a microscope to the grains of time and sand–but to watch the waves of flowing dunes, my life.  Trusting in the how of Tao.  Riding surf rather than diving for plankton bill-paying futures.

There are fallow moments  Numb evenings.  Puzzling tired long commutes.

What sweet bliss to turn to You.  Whatever You are–the velvet fur of Your skin, the giggle of Your breath at my ear, the tickle at my neck.

Like the puppy of my mind, I run, jump, and dive into Your arms, snuggled into Your grace.