March 05-B, 2023

I envision myself slipping quietly away
when I transition back into the Light--
there is nothing but the Light
shining brightly through the night,
which, of course, means there is no night.
There is nothing but the Light.

Which, of course, makes everything night,
because there is no night by which
to see the Light.

The Light that is only light cannot see itself
and creates its own darkness/invisibility
by being nothing but the Light.

And it doesn't bother the Light at all,
because, "the shadow knows,"
and knowing, knows everything it would know
if it could see itself as the Light.

Speaking of seeing,
that reminds me that I see myself 
slipping quietly away,
sitting in some rocking chair,
or one of those bouncy metal "rockers"
that adorn our patio and I sit in
with my camera,
looking out the window,
while actually being out the window,
which is a great trick,
looking out the window
being out the window,
being one with what I'm viewing,
as I slip away,
and that will be that.

Back into the light,
waiting to do it again.
Energy, 
which can neither be created nor destroyed,
converting/transforming itself again and again,
loving the wonder of it all,
laughing with delight
through all of the coming and going.

Light being Light.
Dancing with night
all the way.

Which, of course, makes us all one
in the best kind of way,
eternally and always,
in our coming and going,
dancing with each other
dancing with the night.

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