I felt the world turn into its new year. Felt the echoes of Time reverberating as ever. Felt myself float upon sparkling echoes.

I did not want to feel. I wanted to feel it all. Such expectation is the death of all feeling. Placing individual demands upon a Universe that needs none.

There must be a time when I can move into silence, into that stillness of the Void. Where I am nothing...and yet everything.

To silence the mind and body seem such dire tasks, such improbable quests! But, oh so needed....so that grace descends, and lightness, and an accepting wholeness that transcends the mundane world, that world of torn duality.

The moon is a bright crescent ring upon the finger of my soul. At the end of the day, when I lay my dark tresses upon my pillow, when the dark embraces me....well, then, time stops. The Divine rises as a glorious sunrise in that black night.

a sky-dancer flows across the heavens like liquid light. I follow surely!

I close my eyes, silence all of me.