I am in love with the formless spaces that crawl out of a moment's silence. The bodies breathing all around me, they slip off into naught and thought, higher planes and grocery lists. I flow from moment to moment liquid down the hill rolling over stones and blades of grass with effort and ease. Sthiram sukhasana. Into the realms of intuition I dive, or rather open to. The receiver turned on and the light ignited. I am a beckoning flame to the moth of thought. I stand at the top of the present. 

 God comes to us when we cease all else. Finding the one pointed mind,

turning in the eye behind the curtain. I was almost certain that I had it all figured. 

Oh but wait there's more! 

Let us rejoice in the presence of 3 minutes. Let us choose to unwrap the gift that is given now before the paper fades. 

The great facade stands tall and menacing in the eyes of those who do not wish to look upon its ugly face. Here we stand before the mountain of doubt never really having the strength to figure out the truth behind it all.The truth stands freely and it can not be taken or obscured by lesser falseness. If you open the doors, the knowledge that you seek comes in with such force and gusto that you are left scrambling to grasp the paper in the wind. Write it down again. For Knowledge knows no words and truths know no language. It is a different sort of knowing that is grasped upon the opening. The gaping chasm looks back unflinchingly. Will you meet that stare or falter?