Stop

Why won’t she call, when will he come, and what will I do about that? How will we cope, where will they go, and for crying out loud who’s torturing a cat?

Stop.

Your mind is spinning like a top, it keeps toppling out of now, and if you must torture yourself with questions well now at least you know the how

So stop.

Feel within and above even the mind and name of God, the empty stillness animating all the things you think are flawed

And stop.

In this moment find perfection, see Heaven in Her tears, know that everything is your intention and Hell itself is just your fears.

Just –

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