Upon the day bed, I read the ancient, sacred texts to inspire me.

The cat jumps up to join me, as I read about communing with the Angel of Life.

As I stroke his fur, I commune with the only other heartbeat in the room.

For a moment we share this connection, me sharing my love through thought and touch,

The creature through the acceptance of my gift and the returning to me, joy.

Looking out the window, I watch the birds dance in the sky, occasionally touching the earth.

Clouds silently move across the sky.

“Seek not the law in the scriptures,” the book says.

“In everything that Is life is the law written.”