Death is simply moving from one place to another. Our world is right now black and white. Time and space. One day, an adjustment will occur and we’ll see the eternal home from which we were created.
Don’t rely on your ‘THINKING’ always, when the heart is in yearning. IT IS OUR HEARTS that speak. Not our minds. Often they both co-exist when the spirit is first in place. We are all spiritual beings!
As the little boy and girl sleeps before arriving at her destination.
They beg when will they come home to her father
Until suddenly they fall into a sleep, before waking up to home!
In this brightest morning – our eyes will lay on the glory that has belonged to us in the beginning.
The possessive language that frustrates my mind translates a message of kindness. I’m being fed by the articulation of your loud symphonies….
I’m being fed by the articulation of your loud symphonies.
The theater bears loud.
The volumes of each division that is being played.
I truly desire a rest that is called out to me.
My yawning has become the area of my home and the chamber that is of my heart, LOCKS up my travel to endlessly awaken at timeless destinations.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 
The opening line (“Death is simply moving from one place to another!”) reminds me of John Lennon’s comment that death is just getting out of one car and into another.
This is very true! I love that quote by John! He’s a wise man! 🙂 Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts!