I called to you. And at once you were there. As if alway waiting. As if you knew I would find you all along. And I fall into a simple heaven.
I remember that all things are meant to be loved. I remember my essence is the basis of all things. Of my life, of its meaning. That the seeking is to find lusciousness and to live there. Basking in the forever. In joy.
And in the writing about it. I loose the desire to waste any more breath on explanation. On exploration. I find it’s there. Waiting. And I must fall into heaven. Nothing else feels so right. So good.