It’s a place where I always return even when I don’t want to…I am drawn like a moth to a flame.
It’s a place more comfortable than my mother’s womb…a welcoming and hospitable environment.
It’s a place of nourishment, the field where the corn, wheat, and vegetables sun themselves for me.
It’s a place where language thrives in all dialects and perhaps most nobly accepted in silence.
It can be a foreign place where even in the shade the sun manages to peek through to brighten us
Where is this place and why does it often seem so hard to find, so hard to know, to receive?
This place is the place of reunion, the place where my soul rejoins your soul, a place of namaste.
I love this place because subtraction and division cannot destroy it without my permission
I love this place because it does not expand by addition or multiplication, not in this equation
For this place is the place of CONNECTION, expanding when eye to eye, heart to heart, spirit to spirit.
There is no greater elation than that of respect for the consciousness of connection where you are you and I am me and all of us are one!
May peace always be with you my brothers and sisters of this life!