With Hush and Moon Light.

Peace loving floods of arousal may seem quite an achievement for us. Still, we are mystics by nature. Most of us can recall such a moment. Those years when the moon's glow still made our wishes come true. We enter, with ease, those realms of spirit. Later we touch them only thru effort of focus and trials. The world itself is our cathedral. So it may be for us, if we can learn again our openness to it.
Let’s return to our dreamy time. Let’s return to the edge of a field of moon light. We think we can learn one thing more. Like whole body sexual loving, we begin with hush and moon light. We go down the slippery slope toward peace loving floods of rousal. We learn that peace loving floods of rousal is no other than form; form is no other than peace loving floods of rousal. Here the words of paradox gesture toward a notion we cannot grasp by intellect alone. Just as silence is the needed demand, or ground of speech, peace loving floods of rousal are not negation. They are pure possibility. It’s our condition or ground of being. To waken to peace loving floods of arousal is to know that it's been there all along. Our peace loving floods of arousal are the host of which we are, every moment, the guest. . . . The realm of peace loving floods of arousal is not a place we may live in, but if we want freedom, we must pass thru it. It is the gate to initiate us to our spirit, the destination to which our sincerity, our foolishness, our suffering, our inward focus and call to forgive will lead us.