ADORATION I am a microcosm the macrocosm comes into being through me.

. It exists without me and yet I witness its caring movement. That is to say things have their own time and space and so do I. My purpose is to be me, a man from a mother and a father, grateful for the opportunity to witness from my small cell window the flowing of the Fathers robes. That He cares, I see, because remnants of all things move toward themselves and toward Something Else. A torrent is laid upon the valley. The clashing of the heavens bowels has ceased. Before me across the garden stands a pine and behold silver droplets cling to the tip of each needle, mirrors for the afternoons dying movement. The menagerie of spheres captures points of golden light, from One to many to one and back to One. I share Your presence. Society many of me beyond the limits of yesterdays brief local focus, lungs and blood, temples pound, caught in the paradigm of today. Anxiousness permeates every movement and reflection. A scream among the herd, NO! NOT THIS! Its theirs, not mine! They must choose! I have chosen! YES! THIS, NOW! Its mine! For me! I must own it! They are wandering. I must tell them to stop and listen to the voices of the shoulders of the day.