What a beautiful day it is. The air is positively charged with the beautiful sounds of pitter patter. Intense grey skies. A zillion raindrops fall onto earth to create a flow of energy all around the world. Only positive eons, always. Like a cleansing ritual. From and with love.
Rivers are replenished. Trees quenches their thirst. Mountains anticipating to be recharged from the ever flowing source of life, water. And sharing her back into meandering rivers in their greatest strengths. The wind soothes, bringing her forth. The grass, the lakes, the land, the crates, just like us little beings, we receive in grace.
I sit here in grace, with my senses all in tact. Maybe that’s why I see, feel, hear, sense that everything around me is in perfection.
EVERYTHING! In all sense.
The wrinkles on my hands and feet, the bloated feelings I have from my second milkshake, the wild flower weeds with the fluttering friendly moths, colors and shapes in our creation, the stillness, the silence, those little wandering ants with no fear, colorful people, cats purrs and dogs happy tail wags, a touch of a warm hand, a soulful blind man's song.
A delightful bursts of bliss and joy. Perfection in all. In eternity. I'm so lucky to be here. I'm so lucky to have it all. I want never to leave this place. And I will never leave this place.
