Something special

There is a reassuredness that can come upon you anytime. A sense that everything is, well, as it is. That there's no need for anything to be different, but a knowing that it will be so. Everything will be different and yet everything remains the same in that life continues to be.
There's a sense of place, of restful purpose. As though one is being carried through life on a sedan chair. Always effortless, always flowing, always irresistible.
How to get there? Relax, enjoy, know that it's fine, wish others well, heck, wish yourself well. Expect it to be the best and have no idea what the best is. And after a while there is a stillness, a sense of space emerges. Hush.
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