Sometimes there are quiet undulating streams of energy flowing.
Sometimes clouds appear and soft rain falls spilling out of my eyes dissolving the clouds.
Sometimes a raging hurricane which rises up filling my ears and eyes, blinding me to the witness inside.
Sometimes there is a gentle glow of light holding me tenderly like a sunset.
Sometimes there is a blazing sun rising in my heart, filling me and radiating out through every fibre of my being.
Sometimes there is only Space.
Deviki