Sitting in my quiet place, I find a place of physical comfort.
The air is warm and gliding on my skin. My body relaxes and gladly surrenders to the gift of the stillness. My breathing slows, my heart is calm-
For in a moment it is me, just me.
My eyes close willingly to the sacred promise the heavens always deliver-
clarity for my purpose, clarity for eternal truths.
My closed eyes begin to see another view. For beyond the physical senses there is another realm. A realm of quiet beauty, divine inspiration, and description-less glory.
A realm only populated by the angles. A realm that is literally powered by love and gratitude.
My soul is soaked.
I am no longer identified by my physical body. I am no longer called by my earthly name. I am eternal and I am connected to the Great I Am, the Creator, the Source.
My conscious mind rests. I only allow. I only receive. I only trust.
Splendid energies morph in and out of view. The Creator’s light so generously given to make me a separate, feeling being-
the light that IS me–
is bathed in healing, refining, and liberalizing virtue.
The 15 minute alarm gently sounds. But for me, there was no time, no judgements, no expectations.
For then, it was only me with eternity.