It says on the sign over Jung’s studio door,
Called or Not Called God is Here.
When I was tossed into the cold and wild water
of a rapid in the Grand Canyon,
and to my amazement
I completely let go,
experiencing the delight of no fear.
A kind of grace, like death.
And once in the still of a long night of struggle
I heard the clear voice of Lotte
Call my name.
Prayer will bring in the needed help,
a shift in consciousness
a new view of the same situation.
A kind of grace, so many moments.
her soup pot 
I had one of those shifts in consciousness recently, and besides what the amazing thing a shift itself is, when they happen I always say to myself, now I’m going to remember this, the possibility of this, and then, of course, I forget until the next time. But not this time. Ha.
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