If I should die before I wake ...

~ everything is exactly as it is supposed to be ~

The moment I realized that the entire process called life which was inextricably tied to death with birth not being a beginning but rather a marker of so little in the greatness of much greater was the next level of freedom my soul dreamed of on its way to unified unconditional love.    Now why be bothered by so much fragile snags that are washed down river or cast up onto disappearing banks never to be seen again other than in the dregs of egos clinging to disrespectful delusions erroneously called hope. 

Live out on the edge of the process while floating above the under current of frothy foam.  Yet live with childlike wonder expecting the unexpected brilliance of abundance of love.  

            I am grateful for it all.                  Breathe stars.    Exhale ancient cosmic dust.  Creation is but energy changing born in the gentle shelter of love's recessed pool.

                                      We start not all over again but rather after each rest moving not forward or back but upward to the next star.   Love like the love that loves without restraints, without comparisons, with only increased love.        

Gratitude unlocks the heart releasing more mysteries to the connection of the universe that is Universal Love.    

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for in that moment

as the body fell away

the spirit rose up

joining in the universal love

as like rain on a warm summer day

the rays of love fell down

upon heads, flowers, ground

washed anew to begin again

leaving behind the grime

of past times

rising into holy mists

the wonders of hearts

where universal love

always and forever exists

within you

within me

connected beyond 

mere breathing

of flesh bound thoughts

torn back like flimsy curtains

to reveal the love

that has always been there

no matter what

mists now burned away

the brilliance of this

Universal Love

It was and is and will be forever

here to stay

peekz

from Jeremiah Johnson

"The way that you wander is the way that you choose,

The day that you tarry is the day that you lose.

Sunshine or thunder, a man will always wonder.

Where the fair wind blows.

An Indian says you search in vain for what you cannot find.

He says you’ll find a thousand ways for runnin’ down your time.

An Indian didn’t scream it, he said it in a song,

And he’s never been known to be wrong.

He’s never been known to be wrong."

and then .....

~ what comes from listening to my soul ~ 

My path is not yours

Your path not mine

All that we can do

Is have compassion

 for me and you

where we come from

where we go to

our paths barely crossed

perhaps even a time times two

accept what cannot be changed

worry not what comes later

be concerned for now 

which is really all we have

in the grand infinite soup

where the highest vibration

is the drumming of that one drum

Universal Love