Savouring gifts of God

it is a cold winter day we soak in the warm sunlight a gentle breeze is blowing everything seems just right such simple pleasures of life are bestowed as of God's will we are but a humble receptor sipping soma nectar to our fill we feel no urge to act upon an agenda our memory recalls if ordained we will do as asked even as wayward ego falls God rows the boat in which we are wherein we exist as a mist our presence is soaked in delight being by Divine Mother kissed