7-13-22

Coming to stillness, not by choice, but by direction.

Life is interrupted, coming to a complete stop.

No turning away, nothing else matters.

Feelings of presence.

Stopped, emptied of thoughts.

On the edge of life – the middle of nowhere.

Out of faith, out of doubt.

Just here, an overwhelming reality.

Holding – Abiding

I want to stay, I have felt this way before.

This feeling is not mine, and I don’t get to keep it.

When I move this feeling of oneness will begin to fade.

As I return to personality, let me be a little less knowing.

A little less important.

Let my personality be a witness to the calming presence

That is with us all – everyone.

Love will naturally come, and fill the spaces vacated by our fear.