In just two weeks I will be out of the United States and free of
constraint. Life will flow with surprise and call me to respond in
new ways that test my resilience. My home will be Spirit itself—not a place but a path with no beginning or
ending that travels eternally free and unencumbered. Where might my address
be? Perhaps in the heart of creation.
I will go back to beginnings, to being a boy once again . . .
moments magical, since everything is new and never before seen. With
no reference, spirit will weave magic into perception . . . because I
am willing to die and be born again. Over and over until my last
breath when the gates to eternity open and I step through.
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