The Magdalene stands in her pearl white robe singing the laughter of God, while a butterfly talks to me, while I sense the temple-ness of all. I am at a place where you find no bitter, no sweet capacities. The secret bread has been eaten, oblivion's mountain is thrown into the sea. Water is free-standing everywhere. Fighting for place and honor, give-way to the rose studded desert of joy, here and now.
Silence is birthed in the heart of flooded wonder.
Everything is filled. Why is no longer. I see sounds, hear pictures. The kernel of awakening explodes. The painting of Light fills all.