The Secret Place Of The Most High
I watch these hands, these fingers with the blue nail varnish (!) moving on my lap-top and I look up my arm to their source and I'm Home. Wow! I'm Home. And it's all of a piece here, encompassing, containing the dualism of that moving changing/yes-no/good-bad stuff. The peace that is beyond understanding. Yes, the place where the questions do stop. The secret place of the most high. The Only One! J.P.