Today was a day of beautiful grace. There was light, and grey and darkness. Birds at dawn, quiet in those early morn’ rays. Cool breeze, water dropped out of the air, drops of crystal palaces on blades of grass. Entire universes unto themselves.

Tenderly arise matrons of honor. Usher in these wholesome and invigorating sounds, smells… lifes.

The plateau is the end of the ride. The ups and swirls and spinning upside down, and then the plungings all come to repose. A rest and stop at the same station you left just moments before.

Ahh… but the difference. When you came to the station the anticipation and thrall of the new titillated you. At the return you were excited, exhausted perhaps overwhelmed. But the adventure was amazing BOTH the good and the bad.

Take this away my sisters and brothers. Painful and pleasurable experiences are ALL experiences to celebrate in due course. Understanding that they march together hand in hand, the evil and the good, will ultimately deliver you to Nibbana.