I don't know anything about heaven ~ I mean, who really does? I doubt there's much climbing or work we have to do to get there. Not that I really think it's a place. And I'm pretty sure there's no amount of money that could ever buy any one's way to paradise...cause that would be spectacularly unfair. It's probably arrogant to believe I've gotten a taste or two of heaven during my short, fifty-odd years. But I do. I really do think that I have.
Now, I'm not speaking of those moments of inexplicable delight. You know, those moments of holding your newborn, or those moments of absolute connection to another soul....or those moments when natural or created beauty is so overwhelming we are moved to tears. Though these are moments for which I am forever grateful, it is those moments when my soul aches which I believe have given me that glimpse of heaven.
"There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving."
Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin
I don't know about you....but for me, it is those moments when my soul is crying out. Crying out from bliss or pain, from longing or relief....Crying out without words from a place so deep inside of me that I can't name it, or describe it or manufacture it.... Yes, it is in those moments that I believe I have tasted "heaven" ... That I have escaped, be it ever so fleetingly, the confines of the physical world and touched the divine.
Because it is, for me, in those moments that the spiritual transcends the physical, ego vanishes and I'm left with only the longings of the soul. The soul...as wide as the vast expanse of a western sky...as irrepressible as the boldest mountain peak...The soul, my soul...eager for all that is possible....
And sometimes,
for one fleeting moment,
I am magnificently unaware
of my limitations and the impossibilities.
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