WHAT DO YOU THINK I'D SEE IF I COULD WALK AWAY FROM ME

 

We are over the rainbow. There only ever is over the rainbow, but when it's not seen, that's when the suffering happens. The separation.
 
Yet everyone is innocent, no one chooses or acts, no one is bad or good, life just happens. Sometimes something so heartbreakingly beautiful appears to happen because of something that seems so heartbreakingly tragic in this unfathomable dream of life, even though there is only what appears dancing simultaneously without cause or effect.
 
A little girl sings before the world and cries, and we cry with her. A little girl dies and her mother weeps, and we cry with her. A man blows himself up for the love of his god and kills people, and his mother cries and we cry with her. Tears flood the world and bathe it in love. The water rises and becomes a bittersweet symphony of life and death and love and loss with all the angels singing songs they will never finish as they have never even begun, and there are only ever angels and there are no angels at all.
 
As the sun seems to set and darkness approaches, people look up and watch the bluebirds fly and ask why they cannot fly like the birds. And all the time I want to hold them and comfort them and whisper the truth in their ear, "You are the bluebird, beloved child of life, you always have been, and you have been flying this entire time."
 
And now the morning beckons, and the mist and light rain seem to want to wash away my tears as I disappear into the fog of all our fairy tales of love and loss that wash up on the endless shore of everything and no thing at all. 💓

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