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I awoke to a feast for the senses,

Father Sun pulled back the curtain of night,

generously spilling light 

across the land, 

a canvas painted in 

bees kissing flowers,

the wind sweeping the crowns in trees,

ragged cracks in the asphalt.

Mother Earth, since the beginning of time,

cradling the full spectrum of life,

Ishvara spinning the kaleidoscope 

displays life, entranced, 

minds running like a river

operating in ordinary clothes.

Assumptions and notions are never examined,

Time merely wasted in eating, drinking and making merry,

While karma, the joker in the pack,

invites innovation,

I stand 10 feet tall, trip and fall,

Innumerable mistakes,

pick myself up, thankful

to be shown the

forgotten pathways to my heart.

Returning to the path

with no set conditions,

my mind relaxes.

There is no time,

nothing to believe in.

Inhale, I am Brahman, exhale I am atma,

In rhythm with my heartbeat.

The door opens

I seek and am not the seeker,

nor the seeking,  

I watch in silence and stillness,

carefully, with patience,

a tiny center of eternity,

an act of faith

in service to the divine.