Sitting here, thinking, remembering, feeling, wondering, living. Being. Blessed is he who is present, for not the days past nor those yet to come, but the one he holds between finger and thumb.
Pink Floyd, Nag Champa, the sensation of heaven in my mind for the time Being. The day before me, after a nights worth of travel - sleeping in this world and Being in the next. The mountains I have climbed and the lives I have crumbled. The creeping of memories and the tide of trouble.
That which is, against the contrast of that which might be sends a tingling over this body like warm oil under the skin. Black over white and day after night I have found myself again - this Being. Who are you and who are they that cast them out from this Being. Blessed Is As Blessed Has Done, hell begat its one lost son. Who are you to invite him in…
Blessed Be, as i will, So Mote It Be.
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