I notice my humble heart laying naked under the stars.
Every breath I take there lingers a transfixed radiance of an innocence gone wild amuck within the tiger lilies.
The prayer forgives me again even as I lay here breathless and alive in the unknown.
There is a mother within that guides the most stubborn soul to its true destination.
I notice the mother tongue of the mother goddess weave its way effortlessly in peace and splendour to the core of my being.
Hari Om Tat Sat