Palm Sunday. Celebration of the return. Bitter-sweet successes of meeting your challenge, your life's purpose, keeping your promises, facing darkness and knowing that behind it is the light. Resurrection, renewal -- joining the cosmos or continuing within it. "It" is here and now, permeating, suffusing, all.
I am one with it. I am it. I join and have always been it . . . as we all are, as we all have been, so will we always be. This is the day. This is indeed and forever more the day, which is made up of light and dark, and light again. Perhaps my soul will choose quickly or perhaps "quickly" has no meaning. It is at it is. But whatever, I will not cease the "I" within. I contain I. I sustain and maintain and remain. This is all and everything. We, you and I, will fly with angels.
Namaste.
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