In the simple solitude of weeding the asparagus field, I stop for a momentary meditation. I close my eyes and place my hand on my heart center; this is home. The mind has become restless and loud again. I press pause with a quiet breath and listen~
No matter where I am
No matter what I'm doing
No matter if I'm alone or with company
No matter how much or how little money I have
No matter what my mental, emotional, physical condition
~ Nothing could make this heart any more complete than it already is. Nothing can make it any less complete. I am eternally with this heart. From birth to growth, decay to death and beyond. I'm with her. There is nothing outside of this.