Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body-

how do I know?

I have hated mine so often and have abused it very badly and still

when I am wholly one within it as I am at this sweet moment who I am now knows

all about doubt free dancing in a sea of all-consuming presence and the outline of my skin shell swells as a band of light dances around its perim

eter into an an ever-broadening awareness

a thousand light years into the heavens brandished ever more outward and waving in a musical extravaganza that takes me with it on its mission soaring forth a once forsaken now a passenger of some secret capsule sent to God

courtesy rocket fuel engendered by a spotlighted brave and oh, so fragile human singer and a song

where I remain for half a moment seeming to last forever spellbound in the Presence while an unseen kindness fills my lungs with sparklers

(hush) from within this magic body

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body

how do I know?

When I let go-

and when will I choose to remain inside this knowledge as one would who walks always a starry pathway across all strata of being in perfection glorified, yielding, weightless, flawless, and unburdened?

What can force one who has seen the Face to return to the imperfect body of the burdened fellow? I hear a voice saying, it's up to you now.

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body,

and we know It!