Change is constant.  All is moving, from sub-atomic particles to the galactic rotation around the center of the universe.  The universes themselves rotate around some magic center.  Magic because I have a limit to my imagination, let alone any scientific conceptual abilities.

From one second to another, uncertainty rules my life.  It is hilarious to watch those who attempt control.  There are many masters of this, but it strikes me as a trumped-up story that is proliferated for comfort. 

So I have to keep on bending at the knees, dipping and bowing, allowing the earth to move under my life as it breathes.  I bring in the air–inspired.  I release the air–gratitude.  Each movement of the bellows is new and tentative.  My chest will one day be still.

I cherish the certainty that Spirit is infinite.