This has happened before whilst taking the trash out.
I went outside just now in the dark, I looked up, and the sky struck my heart in a most agreeable way. A lightening, a quickening, a joy heart flash I can't adequately describe. I thought immediately of you, and of all of us as I always do. Then the now familiar pang that I can't share it. Maybe I've found a way, though, hm? But no phone calls, no. I tried now to think of You , and alignment, but I couldn't make it, couldn't get there. The more desperately I schemed the further I drifted, the thinking tearing at itself, a thought dogfight. Fantastic. I let go.
It's.. oh, us it's Us (me too?). Well yes you too, You of course. I teared up at my own idiocy. Again these lessons. And do I have to be a man on Yom Kippur to hit the floor? No, but standing is harder, isn't it? So guess what you have to do. Yep. Stand and be what you are, an idiot with a heart & a head (and the ego says barely a chance, but), the responsibility to use them beyond any currently known best ability. No choice in it really, all the hearts of the lillies whisper softly to glow, make that energy flow. Sarah's Rachel's & Leah's, Rivkah's all over terra, As the mind sets the Goal, & let G*d have control.