Well, it's worth a mention. Something glorious is ramping and summating. I see the mountain top, resplendant with geometrically beautiful flowers in vibrant colours. I perceive the crisp air, like golden manna singing through my cells. The cry of a high wheeling eagle, alluding to those caretakers that worked to hold sacred frequencies. The whisper of a breeze gently folding a blade of grass. The throaty gurgle of a crisp stream winding through moss-coated pebbles.

A slight cough and rawness of the throat, but there is no longer any need to judge the sensation as this or that. Just quiet acceptance and the unfurling petals of the crucible, accepting keys, codes, gifts..caresses from the field, joyfully received.

Here I am, not this or that,

Observing as the drama hums,

Focused like a feral cat,

Attentive as alignment comes,

Bathed in divine resonance,

A bridge to sense the growing grace,

Perceive the elemental dance,

With planted feet and upturned face,

Like a solid, sacred tree,

Timeless branches, anchored tight,

Feel the growing harmony,

Feel the sunlight, feel the night.