Listening to jai jagatambe, kneeling besides a sunrise, behind a window, in a paris flat, all six of those I birthed into being, asleep, ....

I pray, stretch, clarity, emptiness is something I am not something I meditate into, I can be just silence and it would be empty in human tears but filled to overflowing in heart, sunrise to sunset, I am.

And I am also dancing, in Indian dress, my knees are raising and it's in a circle with the clinging of my saris metals dancing with me, and itsnt it also kali and grace dancing with me, or do I feel  them dancing and it must be me  in form.

And I'm kneeling to christ who glows in the sunrise and reminds me the day is beginning or just always is, whether in paris- india- or this day of my 50th birthday or on a bicycle after high school graduation listening to free bird...

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see god...

Amen