I can feel the river flow br in my night-time Tsunami's br washing over me br and I am bathing myself br cleansing in my secret thoughts br elevating my gentling soul br amid the ritual of it. br It is the grounding sense I gain. br br I feel the centering br that thoughts, mind and soul bring br the yogaing, br the quietude br where the vortex br swings into orbit br and quiets itself br all around me. br br It may be in the combing of the hair br the bathtub scents br the gentle rustlings br of the bed room sheets br the candle light bent br toward your glowing face br all these br are the gentle anticipations br the barefeet paddings br the night time scents br which mean the most- br no almost the most- br to me. br Your arms reaching br are really foremost br and I take their meaning br and lie down beside you br in the all Consummating Night.