Yes, I could write about something different but the events of the last two days are still alive in me.  So I continue the story …

I went to The Cobbler for breakfast this morning.  People walking by were still my loved ones.  They were shining.  There was no forcing, no intending.  The softness was simply there.  It was a mist … descending on us all.

I drank in the faces – all shapes, colours and expressions.  Everyone was lovely.  Everyone … even those who were trying to be distant or nasty.

Several pretty young women strolled along.  My eyes rested on theirs.  I didn’t migrate down to their breasts or legs.  There was no need to.  The soul was enough.

Then in The Cobbler.  A woman sat at a window table:

I loved her from afar.  We hadn’t met and probably never will.  But she was mine in the morning.  I delighted in her presence.  Again the words “I love you” were painted in my mind and again the silent speaking could only get to the beginning of “I”.

I tried to stop the vastness, so I’d be able to say the entire sentence in my head.  I blinked several times.  The space would not stop.  I couldn’t remove the beloved from my heart.  I sat in awe.  “What is happening to me?”

Later I was with my friends Geert and Arjen, still floating … entwining.  When I was talking, saying the entire “I love you” was available.  When one of them was speaking, they were God.  The softness was back.  It was especially strong when they were conversing in Dutch.  I knew nothing of the words and everything of the spirit.

This is all unbidden.  I just find myself in the middle of something so soft, so wide open, so far beyond my brain.

Now I’m alone in my living room, tapping away on my phone.  No one else is here and yet the pausing of time is still with me.

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There is love

The world is glowing