Sunday, November 29, 2009

Pure white light

"You know, I never could have parted with you, sweetheart, if time and space were real. Or even, for me, if they seemed real.

Sometimes I don't know how you do it.

Guess I just wanted you to know how I feel, and to remind you that they're not real.

Happily for me, darling, you are still here, and it's as if you're still gently swinging in that big, tree swing you're so fond of. Barefoot toes reaching for the sky through dappled shade one moment, then tucked beneath you the next, as I stand ever-ready to give you the occasional push, whenever you holler out, 'higher.'"

     The Universe

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