I have had a great time here, really - it's been a blast. So thank you for letting me be a part of it, thanks for more than letting, thanks for creation, thanks for life itself. I am hoping for more, looking forward to more, not counting on anything, but confident of something. Of what? A presence. Something utterly glorious, unseen but not unsensed. And lo and behold, it is you, or at least the tiniest aspect of you - a brush across my cheek. And so I float, gently, in this soup of being.
There's more than that: divine promptings accessible in every moment. As if I needed anything more.
On my own, I am ... well actually I am never on my own, for you are always here, and how can you not be here, and that is the glory of it. And there is so much more of you to know while I bumble around, and that is OK too, more than OK. It feels a little like love.
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