As Perfect

As perfect as the clockwork of some God

it shall happen to everyone living again tonight…

Darkness upon the Earth which is without form and Void.

Impossible is it to conceive of Evil or conceive of Good.

For all living beings Sweet Dreamless Peace prevails for so long as does it, hours, many hours of it. Was there no body? Unaware of such... was there a mind? Unaware of such. Not dead though. Aware of that. In stillness, I know I am.

Then At First Light Creation. Miracle of a New Day. Be fruitful. Multiply. Breathe. Conceive. Breathe. Conceive. Be fruitful. Multiply. Yet, I know if my body is well and free of pain I am unaware of it. Same is true of mind.

As perfect as Divine clockwork OneDay is my own as OnePresentMoment.

In mercy I tremble. Impossible to conceive of Good or Evil. All is Peace.

Been there. Done that.

I am.