And stones turned to gold and amber as they lay in the arms of statues upon the altar  and bliss became real as shawls brushed against my arms and invisible hands wiped away my tears and I knew true love for the first time.

I hate cleaning my house.  Everywhere I turn I bump into you.  Excuse me please!

Everybody has a story, don’t they Waldo.

First chakra, I am grounded to the earth and I know my name

Second chakra, I loose the shame and anger

Third Chakra, I take back my power

Fourth Chakra, I set my heart free

Fifth Chakra, I said what I needed to say

Sixth Chakra, Only God and resides there

Seventh Chakra,  Divinity flows in and bathes me in light

I was omnipotent before you came, and I’ll be omnipotent long after you’re gone.  Until…..I learn…. that it’s  not my cross to bear.  Then I will make safe my journey.

Sao says to me, he says “Lindri, your soul is balm.  And I say, “Sao that is so sweet.  And I say to Sao, I say “Sao, on Sunday I dedicated the merit of my yoga practice to you, and I asked God to glorify herself in you and me”.  And Sao says, “Lindri, that is so sweet”. But it was too late to clean the bathroom.

Joy became when shame and sadness fell into the arms of God

And Joy became when I loosed you and you fell into the arms of God

And Joy became when William spoke blue skies all around and

Pineapple was my friend again and I fell into the arms of God

I’m on my hands and knees.   Snot and spit and tears falling on the nasty carpet in you dumpy little studio.  “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with”, “What’s wrong”, “What’s”, “”

You crowd my mind then and now.  I am the glove that warms your fingers.  I am the flesh that lights your tongue on fire.  You are the breeze that rushes up my spine and causes me to float if only for a second…. a hundred times over

It never felt quite right to you, but you’ve always known where center is.   I am your Sabina