Sometimes the broom comes out and things get swept from here to there. In the motion all sorts of other things also become lodged, dislodged and shuffled about. Like a dusty floor one can watch the fine particles float hither and thither, gently falling to the Earth against the backdrop of warm energetic rays, of an all-embracing, all-encompassing light of not only perception but of awareness, creating the depths of our own being.
All moves in unison, one to the other.
At the end of which the place just doesn't even come close to looking the same.
That's the moment I am talking about.