June 16 2020:
In this apparent world, there is no Heaven, but there are pieces of it, glimpses of Reality. The forms of the world are meaningless, it’s the feeling that you experience beneath the surface. I experience a joyous warmth in my soul when I have dirt underneath my fingernails and pine needles in my hair. It’s as if a switch goes off in me and I want to scream in happy laughter. When I’m in that state, I swear I can run for what seems like eternity. I twirl and skip and swing my arms towards the stars, knowing that it’s all mine and that it’s all coming from me. However, I know Heaven offers so much more than anything I can perceive here, and for that, I am joyous. I hold the world lightly, gently dancing my way home through the dirt.
In this apparent world, there is no Heaven, but there are pieces of it, glimpses of Reality. The forms of the world are meaningless, it’s the feeling that you experience beneath the surface. I experience a joyous warmth in my soul when I have dirt underneath my fingernails and pine needles in my hair. It’s as if a switch goes off in me and I want to scream in happy laughter. When I’m in that state, I swear I can run for what seems like eternity. I twirl and skip and swing my arms towards the stars, knowing that it’s all mine and that it’s all coming from me. However, I know Heaven offers so much more than anything I can perceive here, and for that, I am joyous. I hold the world lightly, gently dancing my way home through the dirt.