Which is sacred – The fast-food box floating at the lake       edge or the swallows zooming over the surface hunting?       Practicing Taiji, my bliss in the present moment deepens       while I dance with the darting swallows.  The Styrofoam       interrupts.  How to find the sacred even there?  Bobbing       beautifully, dazzling light – Ah. (50 words.) Can you hear the heavenly choir in the lawnmower?  Can you hear it sing in the leaf blower?  (The big park lawn mower was swooping around me as I practiced my morning Taiji as it does each Monday morning. Can …