What happens when life stops?

Life stops. It happens.

I think of breathing out...

A long, deep, release - exhale.

Rest.



I think of being free, weightless.
Worlds open up at our feet, familiar yet new to our eyes,
as we dare to pull our gaze away from what we know, and we allow ourselves to focus
on something bigger.



The sharp, direct, avenues of the life we just lived:
L-shaped and dotted with choices.
The languid, lazy O of our many years stretched out from beginning to end, coming together at the same point.
All people, places, events forming a V to the center of it all, the apex. God.
Our spirit divides itself in an E among the lifetimes, learning and learning again...going in all directions at least once.
Until we know...Love.
What it is. Really.
Only then do we know peace.
When Life...
Stops.



We begin.



(This is dedicated to every person I have ever loved and lost, or will lose to death on this earth. I have not lost you, not really...and neither has any one else. We're just in the queue waiting to begin our real lives back at home with you. I love you. Keep the light on for me.)