Saturday, February 28, 2015
Transcending. To the plateau of love.
Silly. To think ahead. To life after death. Or to nothingness. Doesn't
really matter. What will be, will be. The important thing. I am alive.
Able to appreciate and savor the moment. Even bad moments. Are easily
turned around. Transcended. My whole life. Keeps evolving. Into
goodness. And the experience. Of pure love. That is my salvation.
Always will be. Reaching the lofty plateau of love. --Jim Broede
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