Heaven Is Not a Place
We leave and return
step into and out of then, when, and now.
All is travelling back to the beginning
where the unbegun begins and ends.
Nothing is happening
anywhere
it already happened.
This life is a review, a game replayed.
Imagine an audience and a constantly playing
digital movie. In this interactive game
we can choose to change rolls and parts,
live in any other shoes at any time.
Why do we choose to do this?
What else would a timeless, eternal beings doing?
Heaven is not a place; it is state of mind.
Together as one
we are travelling back to an Alpha moment,
one Omega stride at a time.
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