A hope

Hoping for good.  Hoping that the sun rises and shines on everything, all at once.  Hoping that there's not one place in the universe where the light doesn't reach.  So that all can be illuminated.  All can be brought into the great light.  All can touched, seen, shown.  And our mind too. That our minds would light up, fill with grace, overpour with grace.  Love to win the day.  To set everything free.  Our bodies to be our friends.  Our mind and bodies not at enmity, but are friends.  So that we relax.  Into great rest.  So our breath isn't laborious.  But first at ease, then breathed through.  So our breath becomes part of one bigger.  Our hearts no longer racing. But beating, effortlessly, and in beat with the energy that gives it beat.  Our steps no longer staggered.  Not laborious.  But with ease and freedom.  And then to be lifted off the ground into the greater movement.