Worship is, principally and first, not a religious rite. Worship, essentially, is a self-giving of self back into Life. Worship is the surrender of who I am not, to see who I am. 'God' looks at 'God.' I find, then, this not a loss, not even the loss of who I am not, for I am cannot not be. That I am not is the illusion, the lie, regardless of how it is dressed up to appear true, even religious or spiritual or good. Then, I find being in the Mystery, the Mystery and who I am has joined in the communion of Love we are, for that I am is, to Love for Love to love. The Bud of Life opens Love to love, not as feeling or thought, not even the purest intent, not even because Love is supposed to love, for Love loves - meaning gives Itself, meaning surrenders Itself - free of necessity or command. Through all things I surrender to the Source of all things, not that I may love, but Love finds Itself in Itself, and what cannot truly love as Love with any consistency is converted back into Love to love. This was all inherent in my saying "Yes" to Jesus when a child, and baptism - I was not told, could not be told - these rays of Truth cannot be taught, only seen. Then, all life has become Worship, and surrender leads beyond surrender by surrender, and, yet, freely surrenders. How could Fullness surrender? The act of surrender arises only as the expression of a Grace that has no need to surrender, but as a playful expression of Self-Effulgent Light. Like the Sun dancing on the waters, I become always dancer and danced. So, Grace dances on the movements of Life. Flowers play in the wind by the Wind, no one knows why. All I am, and have ever longed to be, in years of inarticulate longing - now no more, thankfully - has risen like the Sun from my heart, lived to be born, to dance, to play, even like this. My writing, as my life, is play, my every tear of sadness and joy, poetry dancing from Life into life in sweet surrender and devotion. Why? Again, no one knows, certainly not I.