The Same Thing

It’s lighter and brighter here. 

And as the ball of knots and thoughts, permanently untangle, I see how every good thing is the same thing. 

Clear feelings. Clearer Perception. Clearest Hearing. 

The place I desire, is the same as my favorite song, It’s all there in the fuzzy part in the center of heart. 

I feel it all. And it’s all the same. 

The cool breeze, the song’s harmony, the African Dream, the Laughter in conversation, the sunshine, the bumble bees and spiders, the poetry, the truth, the freedom. 

The appreciation of the dirt under your feet in that backyard Orchard. 

"I love it so much, I want to be that.” 

You are that. 

I am the same. I am you. In you. Of you. By you from you. 

You are the face of God. And so am I.