Keep on Slipping Into the Future

Listening: The life review is underway. I look at what I see & know this is an illusion. There is no fear – I’m either here or there (I’ve said it many times.) I’d prefer the transition not hurt. That’s as it may be.

I lived on Sunlight Lane once in Berlin, Maryland. I remember first time calling up the address on my Garmin early on & the picture shrank to show a global route reflecting thousands of miles…obviously to the original Berlin in Germany.

This is happening now: I feel like I set the compass to one town over but am being shunted a million miles into Infinity instead. Somehow, this is familiar. I am re-learning. I am re-enforcing (reinforcing?) my raison d’etre. The engines are firing up, a bit erratic, a couple of backfires in the mix & soon reaching for capacity: true creation.

What do you see? Where’s your head? More importantly, where’s your heart? What are you being shown & are you ignoring any of it in hopes of returning to a normal which no longer exists? It is all new now. The old systems will not stand as we extract the pertinent lessons – the permanent lessons – only Truth remains true. “Not documentation, but verification” as one wisdom teacher said. We’re left with shreds of whole cloth we once covered up with.

The imprimatur of the heart will take down lies.

The heart is everywhere now. Hearts grow everywhere here. They host on trees, flow down fences, spill from clay pots. They vest themselves onto other trees & cascade about with all the other greenery, shapely reminders from Youniverse.

My heart continues to open. It turns sometimes, twisting to follow the plot but always returning to center, finding the Pollyanna thread to grow to, humming a tiny tune of its own. The steps aren’t the normal 8″ or whatever apart. These steps cost me a hamstring or a quad, a straining of breath, to get there. Sometimes, though, I simply float above. I love those moments. I awaken with a new view: I hear someone’s thought & am there with them. I love “like minds” in whose company I feel graced & worthy. I love the celebration of self-love I experience when I am loved. Bring it on brothers & sisters, here I am, heart open…

The ones against beliefs stand against, period. They clone in the corner, muttering, shuffling booted feet. I no longer wish to fight tho I can puff up my chest & mean it in the moment.

Time keeps on slipping (slipping) … into the future.