"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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All Is Well

The great Cosmic winds are disintegrating the man I thought I was. The once mighty constructs of my ego are strewn about like patio furniture in a hurricane.

 All is well.


Unspeakable fears rush in to fill the empty spaces. Images of horror assail me from the computer screen. The cultural and emotional narratives reach fever pitch; people howling their desperate cries of survival and judgment. Few listen. All sides denounce “the other”; their upraised voices ascending to the rafters, shaking the human edifice.


 I surrender to the great Cosmic winds of Creation. They whisper in my heart that we are One.


 With gratitude I receive the gift of life