yoga-ing

I am yoking more strongly to my Source.

More and deeper 

Constant connection and companion

Thirsting for the always and forever

Eternal timeframe

Being held

Talked to

Every atom and space

Knowing the One

All

I will only be found inside of love

Peace

Trust

And

Joy

I am one with Source

I am one with Source

I am one with first, eternal god- source

Let it be as it is said.

Saturday July 9

The wind

Where does the edge of it form?

Am I on the edge here?

I am with the birds.

There are four baby bluebirds, the one flaps it's wings at the solo pigger cowbird.

The same bluebird is scolding and flapping at a snarfing bluejay.

Alot of feeding after the Elsa rains.

I missed a day sitting on my back porch steps.

A pink cosmo, the first bloom of this season opened in the downpours.

Many potted zinnias from seed are budding.

The majestic wild lettuce is a head over me now.

There is tiger Lily, black-eyed susans, geranium and beebalm.

I am happy to be alive.

Sunday

I let the birdsong fill me completely

Naked body at the door

This morning

.dew mist fill me now

I have created more 

TRh-U'ah with every breath in the hours

Of the night

So empty of most else that could leave 

Space to perpetual gracing

Grace grace and many traces

Of my beloved All.