I don't mean some
metaphysical heart - I mean, literally, this purple pulsing organ that
is also a brain, netted in a complex of neurons that sparkle with the
same neuro-peptide transmitters as the brain in your head.
Follow that gossimer of gratitude (it is a fuse) down to the beaten darkness of
your weary patient ancient blood. Sink into the boundless
inter-galactic space that is somehow enfolded in the temple of your
chest. Keep falling (the Fall is grace) until this silken breath of
thanksgiving ignites a golden radiance (A Fire more solid than any
material form on earth). Like Jesus, you have "overcome the world".
You are love. You are joy. You are wonder. Sleep on it.
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