Forgive me God, for having fallen once again into the trap of taking this life personally. Thank you for helping me to see, through the painful events of this turbulant winter, what you mean in the Bagavad Gita by "Name and Fame and Gain, and Loss and Shame and Blame are all the Same". That when I am 'of the world', i.e., lost in identifcation with a 'personal identity', I am buffetted by the capricious storms of phenomena's domain, where being right or being wrong wage viscious battle, hypnotizing the unaware. Profoundly I thank you God in me, for your constant silent Presence in which to rest, reawaken, dehypnotize, and become The Wholeness again. The smile in my heart glows as you play your love music, using a 'me' full of nobodiness as your song.... Amen