Can you feel that special joy hanging in the air?
Like a sprinter in the starting blocks…
Whispering of infinite worlds…
Of a life more than two sacks full.
I have little way of describing it…
It was there before the dawn…
When I woke everything was moving with the beat of the music…
There was a soft circle around my world.
It is so much more than theater…
I hear it scrambling through the branches…
I feel it all covered in mud…
Continual, perpetual movement.
Can’t you see that this special joy flows through both of us?
Have you forgotten that it will last forever?
It is the same even though religions describe it in many ways…
They are just using different proper nouns.
It’s kind of like a deep fire…
Joy, being a “right now” kind of thing…
How is it that it knows your name?
Watch close, it is taking shape in today’s morning light.
I love you,
Annie