Welcome to Heaven Round Earth Square.
It seems like a lot.
Oracles and Visions and such.
A lot of hooey.
A lot of mystique, pasting over the hooey.
And that could be true, for you, for now, in this moment.
That’s fair.
But then just as surely it can be not.
It can be what (exactly what) you’ve been waiting to see.
Exactly what makes sense to you, for now, in this moment.
I know it happens that way for me.
Then it rushes past, through, gone.
And I wonder if it was ever truly there.
Deep down though,
below the rocky surface of change,
of shifting sand,
I see that it’s real.
I see what’s real,
and I see that it’s not hooey,
to me,
at all.
