There is a moment within the equation of intention + asking + trust + joy, when you feel the corner of arrival. You taste it on the edge of your lips. The world that you have dreamed, that you have carried wrapped in silk over your breast, that you have danced against your hips, this dream is moving into the material.
A graceful rich caravan, it shimmers on the horizon. Its incense swirls at your ankles and the fragrance, heady and layered, rises across your face.
Anticipation and gratitude flutter in your blood, dance through the rooms of your heart.
You can hear the thump, thump, thump - the rhythm of universal love - you can feel it rising.
There is a moment as sweet as moonlit honey. It tingles just below the skin.
If you reach gently out into the night, you can graze it softly with your fingertips.
It's here.the August Break