The feelings come.
They come
and they come
and they come.
How can so much come out of me?
Or maybe pass through me?
No one can possibly be
This Deep.
No one else can be as deep as I am.
No one else has ever had this experience.
And then I laugh.
I laugh heartily at myself through my tears
as I continue to release
what appears to be infinite.
It can’t be… Can it?
What if this never ends?
I’ve tried that game.
It’s a good one.
It showed me that everything unreal ends,
even if it appears it won’t.
And it might end sooner
if I don’t fight it.
Or happier. Or more peaceful.
Might.
Haven’t I been doing this for months?
How long do I have to do this, Beloved?
As long as it is here.
HOW long?
As long as it is here.
The Beloved tells me…
It is a great gift to let the Infinite
pass through.
Thank you.
It is a gift of
infinite flowerings.
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