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