You are on my mind tonight. I feel the sensation of presence ubiquitously. Maybe it is because the evening sun was glittering on the river this late afternoon. Maybe because the fragrance of autumn fills the night air. Maybe it is the powerful fullness of the moon. Actually there are these sort of tickling reminders everywhere... but the most potent reminder was found in the timid eyes of strangers looking up and making contact; intimate, brief, interior glances, each one a homecoming to the immediacy of Presence.
Why do we forget who we are? Why do we need reminders along the way?