With every cycle there is a now.  All the ups, downs, insides, outsides, rollercoaster days are just illusionary “times” of a million “nows”.   Every once in a great while, I am able to sit in that precious moment of timelessness.  The here will change, my chair will change, you will change and i will change. 

But the now will never ever change.  It is that grasping of endlessness, the comfort of here–right here.  Claiming that the Divine is reading this over my shoulder, Her sweet breath whispering Presence at my tender neck.

I take this magic carpet with me today, leaning on Her, watching the bush leaves so still after soft night rain.  The brilliant and exquisite world rests for just this now, here.