Meditation this 3 am brought me back to what happened to me at the top of the Golden Temple in Amritsar. I was overcome with emotion; it felt cleansing, weeping that went through me, focused and yet not focused on any grief. A response to the vortex of energy on which I climbed? There I sat beside a man weeping. It silenced us to everything we wanted and opened us to the sky above, into oneness. And tonight I wanted an opening at 3 am. Only when I gave up my wants did I see the golden silver light that would have blinded me if I saw it in its purity, its entirety. The crown of my head lifted a little, like the lid on a pot, my solar plexus shifted and I am. May this change continue to grab hold on me, unblocking me, giving me words for the wonderful.