Noon day. Straight Up. Straight Light. Full on Shocking Bright Love. From every direction. From and to. A Breath. One Tick forward. Or back. Easing on to dusk and dawn.
meera was indian saint who danced from village to village in a state of ecstacy devoting her life to lord krishna ,i listened to a bhajan sung by kishori amonkar about dancing for the divine about meera and tears flowed from the heart if a momment is possible please listen it may inspire a few words or rise of love for the divine
At dusk, your face is hidden in plain sight. Trees with straight backs come closer and closer until the path is obscured and silence prevails. Sometimes birds find their way in. The most fulfilling hours are empty listening to the slide and scratch of working hands - the heart is bathed in bright light, the pouring cascade of your love - so little is needed for a blissful life.