There is a settling into this space

That always brings tears

When I am not in fun and sightseeing, when I have but a second of down time, I am in silence inside always thirsting god, prayer, chant, a look to the sunrise- life lived between these two states and I wonder if I will ever have anyone who can just sit next to me, in the middle.

I wonder if the tears are grace and that is a singluar place in communion with some force that is connecting to just everything that it can not be pinned or pointed so 'singularly"

Love makes my lip quiver as I cry into the sunrise!"