Walk, don’t run, to a stream nearest you and sit and,
if you don’t mind trying to be quiet, try doing so
you need not raise a ruckus in order for me to find you in the real real,
. . . those inexplicable moments of undeniable, profound connection that enters us as we enter it . . .
Now, right now, there are those of you who are reading this and taking it literally.
You have walked yourself physically to the nearest stream you know. Wonderful.
I await you there.
Also now, there are some reading this and instantly protest inwardly (although not always consciously):
“I have no stream to sit by . . .
I have no legs to walk with . . .
I have no quiet that I can find anywhere . . .
I’m feeling left out, ignored, over-looked . . .
And I tell you this,
Go to the stream of a memory from a loved-filled moment in an experience. Go, sit with and in the feelings from that, your actual human experience of a genuine, love-filled exchange/experience. I will meet you there.
Again and again . . .
I am there at the very moment you remember.
Always will be.
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