It is an ordinary day,

Spring Sun is shining mild,

sitting under the Tree,

having a smoke break from work.

thanking Spirit for help…

I dance in my client’s vision,

Red Dust in her ballroom,

I am back here.

Everything is,

Everything is known,

Everything is perfect,

of the fine delicate Perfection

of no Time.

Everything,

Everyone,

are

in the Space and condition

they are supposed to be…

Grass multiplies in patterns

Leaves multiply in patterns,

I mulitiply in patterns,

All multiply in patterns.

Sweet not belonging

Sweet belonging

Sweet sweet Peace

Sweet Perfection of Everything

in Everything,

right Now.

I Breathe

in Gratefulness.