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The Way It Used To Be

....I ALWAYS used to feel like I was swinging in a hammock on a warm spring afternoon... ....enjoying a long moment that seemed to made for me... ...slowly swinging... ...the minutes drawing me closer into unity with their simple passing... ...taking farseeing mental pauses just to listen to the air.... ... the air.... moving enough that you can feel it brush you, but not moving fast enough to call it a breeze... ...it nudges the hammock into a subtle rock that is reminiscent of the baby bassinet that used to sway me to sleep...soothing me...healing me... ...my weight suspended in the rope that stretches to fit around you... drawing me in to feel a depth of comfort that reveals to me what eternity feels like... ....the sensation expands through the experience with nature all around and in this expansion, time starts to stop and forever begins... ....and life takes on a whole 'nother meaning.... ....because time never ends, there's nothing you can't have.. .....renewing that youthful idea of faith that life's abundance can reach you... ...trusting that justice will karmically bring you what you deserve eventually... The shadows that undulate from the movement of the tree branches over my head cover me like God covers me... reminding me that I am a child of God.... worthy.... worthy because I was born into this.... ....just rocking back and forth like this is living the most gentle sense of peace... that I am meant to have as part of me... ...everything is whole... ...all is now... ...serenity is easy... ...and the dream of feeling good is real...

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