you know why blood is red? my favorite color. all my decision

The sweetness in the pain is only ever that it brings me back to me, it brings me to myself, to the air, to the birds, & to God. Always more and more in increments. But imagine looking across at another human face and sensing that with all of their energy they see all of your energy. Imagine that music, that surge of vitality. The way people who die and come back describe Heaven. A total belonging; embrace; the greatest surge of love regardless of it all, all of it. How much I want that rumoured heaven sometimes to greet me in the midst of conversation. A recognition that makes my silliness spill out, unselfconscious. Totally at home. I know about self-responsibility, but I still want to be cupped up and cradled by larger hands.

peace like a river flows

Heard this in a lecture by David R. Hawkins: "How you contextualize your life then is how you present yourself to the world and that's what you are to the world. The universe responds in like. When you are thus to the world, the world is thus to thee, and you walk safely through the hail of bullets and if one's meant for you, so? If you come out the other side then there wasn't one meant for you. That is the way it goes. That's complete surrender, is it not? The past is eliminated by the realization that a decent regret is all that's necessary. You can stop ruminating and trying to rewrite the past. Have a decent regret about it and let it go. I don't want to hear other people's chain's dragging. They wallow in the past because their ego is sucking the juice out of it."