Amazing refinement

In the diffused blue light of the early morning sky, when the birds are still asleep in their nests and the whole globe is at remainder, a small figure stands near the damp, flustered border wall of a roofing system, her elbows resting carefully on the wall still damp from the night's rain.

There is pure silence. Pure- free from the attributes of awkwardness, convenience, pain.

There's a peace in this moment. Free from the feverishness, the sense of seriousness to 'do' something which is intrinsic at every other time of the day. Aware of the intrinsic defect that hinges on believing we're in control.

It is still. Perfectly still. The sort of stillness one links with space. Not a leave and debris flutters. No indication of the faintest wind. Yet there is something dynamic concerning this stillness. A rising power, a rolling illumination, that stimulates every little thing it drops on, if simply we take our focus towards it.

As it turns somewhat sky blue and black, shapes of trees in the woodland covertly uncover themselves, to those which get up to see them.

'Yesterday' she was advised to keep away from this forest. 'Yesterday', which like a dream has passed and where nothing additional can be obtained, equally in a desire.

And there is Today. Today, with its endless opportunities in each second. Today, providing to us, nothing less than infinity itself.

You should empty your hands to get exactly what is being supplied, or it might merely doff.

She gradually opens her eyes now that she has sufficient space to approve what today has to offer.

The mind-calming exercise has just started.