The Tao cannot be defined, but it is called the principle of how things happen.  Flow or Way.  This morning I watch the mist make love to the trees from my bedroom window.  This is the Way things work.

This is the ay my Dear One embraces me.  seeping into every cell of my body, reminding me that I am made of Her, fabricated from the earth’s mist and ash.  Thus the air is the Divine, just as the blood in my heart the hair on my head and the song soft quiet in my heart.

I am the mist.  I am the beloved trees.  I am that I am that I am that I am.