Sometimes, when the machinations of the unhealthy self-concept and the distractions of the day fall away,
I find myself overcome, overwhelmed, and thoroughly flooded with love- for this bloody birth, for this courageous humanity, for this perpetual breath.

I find myself brought right down to my knees, tearfully prayerful before this dance of sacred imagination.

I find myself looking through a lens that transcends and includes my localized meanderings, one that sees through the veils to the wonder of this sweet birth.

May gratitude soften the blows and lift us beyond the tight places.

May we all realize how beautiful this life is before our eyes close on this incarnation?

ps/smoh