“I start out on this road, call it Love or Emptiness. I only know what’s not here. Resentment seeds, backscratching greed, worrying about outcome, fear of people. When a bird gets free, it does not go back for remnants left on the bottom of the cage. Close by, I’m rain. Far off, a cloud of fire. I seem restless, but I am deeply at ease. Branches tremble. The roots are still. I am a universe in a handful of dirt, whole when totally demolished.  Talk about choices does not apply to me. While intelligence considers options, I Am Somewhere Lost In The Wind. ” Rumi