Party Host As the grog of sleep slowly dissipates, I become the day. Light, sounds, sensation fill the space of awareness with no center to meet them nor react to them. The day doesn't judge or evaluate. It lets the eternal dance play right on through like Kali on Shiva, with no beginning or end, the perfect host. With no distinction between body-mind and awareness all edges are erased. The great space of Being is boundless. Just as the day, one become a perfect host and the body, undistinguished from the great body of Being. lets the dance of phenomena play its endless game. April 30, 2001 (2 of 2)