Sunset Passing

My macbook was finally returned today after a week of it being away from me... disassembled, stabilized and refastened to show its illuminating visions once again... and here I am returning to my afternoon ritual as I sit facing this silver object of mine, heated from the day's use.

With the single desk lamp turned on in this dark working room, I get up and open the door in front of me, letting in the early night's breeze in as my guest. The sky is turning dark as the sunset begins its travels into someone else's sight. There is a sound, a rolling of a gate and the sound of my neighbors car coming in their driveway with a flashing glimpse of their headlight. I hear the sound of the call to prayer, a beautiful voice fragmented by the broken speaker.

I surrender myself to you, may i be an instrument of goodness in this life and after. Free me of sarcasm, the need to judge, and negativity...

It is always at this time, my body, my mind feeling most alive in its present moment... breathing every air... every taste... every emotion.. Then a laid back folk music is played. While listening to this deep rusty voice and gentle words, I am swept away into his landscape of joy, love, innocence, and gratitude. I feel one with life, one with the whole world, overwhelmed as I expand and disintegrate into the air and become whole with everyone and everything. I am him, I am her, they are us, we are one, we are life...

I am complete again