There in the infinite space of your breath do I lay my head, face eastward toward the sun. I am guided always by the light. It is the way. It is the star of my following when night falls and the quiet feels haunting. How serene your voice. How mysterious the way of alignment that I can only pause the thinking of my thoughts to listen. I hear always your voice and follow its sound through doors that are opened to me, and I experience the Magic every time I walk through. I dance in celebration of your bounty and abundance, and for the good that is laid before me on a table at which I sit beside you. There is neither haste nor angst. I sit with a heart open to the supper when it arrives. It is there in the wait of my sitting that I smell the ingredients of manifestation, my heart beating in grateful anticipation, my mouth watering for the feast. Every step walked through life has led me here, and I open wide my being that I feel the essence of you sweep through me like a wind whose only intention is to heal, to lift, and to carry. I am sustained, and it is my sustenance that brings me to my knees in prostration for the materialization of clear intention. Then it arrives, and I am awed by the fullness of your gift. I asked but for a plate and you have offered me a platter.