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I'll preface this with how much I love to meditate on poetry that touches all of my being...  
Ancient Hasidic saying...When you walk across the fields with your mind pure and holy, then from all the stones, and all growing things, and all animals, the sparks of their soul come out and cling to you, and then they are purified and become a holy fire in you...Ahhh.  
I never get tired of that: my work took me through Riding Mountain on Friday and as I drove along, my mind was on that saying... the sun shining, a little skiff of snow melting from the sun's rays...there were two cow moose...as I slowed down, they lumbered back into the foliage...wow, that was great I thought: then about a mile further, as if to impress me further, God presented the finest bull moose I had ever seen...again I slowed down, this time coming to a full stop...he didn't move, we were about twenty feet apart and we simply looked at each other for about 30 seconds...then I put it in drive and slowly drove away...completely blissed and in total awe, I floated through the rest of the park and the rest of my day was like a dream, and... thru my tears...I thanked God.