Loving Intoxication
I Daydreamed
that The Veil
drawn between
This World and
The One
Our Souls call
Home,
Parted,
Enough for
a Hand
to Beckon
My Imagination
to Go
Hand-In-Hand
Through The Veil,
Into a
Cosmic Theater
where Thousands of
Wide-Eyed
Souls
Awaited the Arrival of
an Ascended Master
Whose Love
for Us
Who Waited
Compelled Him
to Teach Us
Something
More Precious than
can be Measured,
except by The Same
Adoration
That Holds Us
in Eternal
Embrace.
The Murmuring of
Souls
grew Silent as
The Master Appeared.
He Grinned and
Bowed to Us,
then Spoke
for Hours of
The Holiness of
Humor,
The Loving Intoxication of
Laughter.
His Name was
Robin Williams.
(Photo by Yvette de Wit; UnSplash)
