Today; it’s a rare occasion when I accept the open invitation to stop, and lie down on my day bed. The breeze gently caressed my body, the towels on 
the washing line moved, and the bougainvillea flowers danced. I could here the sound of traffic in the distance, and birds singing nearby.
The warmth of the day was so comforting. Strangely enough I felt like my father when he was lying motionless in the process of dying on Christmas day. I was vulnerable and at peace, everything alive in the most ordinary way.
It was like reuniting with my dearest friend, my beloved that I abandoned so long ago, and continue to ignore and reject. I try and find peace and joy everywhere but where it can be found. This unfaithfulness leads me into endless suffering and exhaustion from this resistance to love.
I left home for work; slowly driving along Mc Auleys lane, I felt my heart;
and cried for no reason at all.
Die To The Past ~ Only Tears Can Speak Of This ~ http://kundamusic.com/track/643759/die-to-the-past?feature_id=123461