The flight of my father and mother to heaven has stilled my pen for what has seemed like eons of moments now … this rites of passage has been a journey along the harsh heart searing cliffs of emotional rage as well as the soft soul warming sands of peace … they say there comes a time of deep personal healing, when you may begin to let go … a time of powerful forgiveness for yourself as well as for their mercy and you can float again … I believe this to be true if we are able to dig deeply enough … if we are not abandoned by eachother amongst all the afterthoughts death seems to Easter egg us with …yet, there is no river which is capable of cleansing all the sins we perpetrate against each other … no mighty invisible force above or below which sweeps clean some tangibleally sick kept tally when we depart our bodily shell … the only perfect filter we were given to guide us when the darkness falls is the electric light of love … the most trusting flow which feeds all living and dying believers in all of the made or mistaken universes … we do not come into this world alone for we all come through and to some sort of predestined vessel … and we should not leave this mortal coil alone nor make that journey without others waiting on the distant shore … we should all have the occasion to know how deeply we have been loved by some other … while we grew our souls here in the sunshine of love on this paradise we have destroyed.
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