The energy behind them boils up from cauldron of heart, fills my mind, explodes out of finger tips into garden, kitty fur, dinner. They thrum and vibrate out into the chill dawn riding inside om and shamanic yaup.
So many words. Encapsulated images. The alive and on the move stories created out of the raw data of experience.
They used to only fall here, in this online record of a living. Or in epic emails winging back and forth between me and the latest soulmate. Or in conversations with people passing through.
Now they dance all through my living. And I surf the tide, ecstatic, wrought, brilliance of problem solved, surrender to action, release into release from action.
I know that we are all so blessed. Even with the spells and curses laid upon us.
See through. Look through the veil. There is life on the other side. Even as there is no here or there. Only Life. Only Now.
Your moment. My moment. You read this even as I write it minutes, hours, days in between. Still only Now.
The praises rise up. The blessings come down.
In this moment your inner space is open wide, a conduit of blessings flowing mad and wild and ecstatic into your heart, mind, life. Filling you so completely that magic overflows your eyes, so that everything and everyone you gaze upon feels the rain of blessings too.