Lolas grave is * Twi*nkli*ng

My life is so mountain top high with experience I'm flying way above mountains at speed of light with adventures I'm so full. So many massive 3xtensivre beautiful and full of he'll full adventures they are like movies I view from time to time
I'm free from need of outside of me ny innards are honey to bees sweet inside are emotions encompassing all the things a soul needs to know, a connection to all there is like all of us non seperate from another as much as we can't believe it no void exists between us my exhaled breath warms your face raising your heart beat fractionally we are not seperate nor is anything and when
We know thus for real by sitting in it
We connect to all there is
No void exists
Loss of focus
Beloveds vanishing behind coffin lids is not the end of anything except the contents of the flesh that source poured itself into
And
We adored nothing can vanish not even the body it becomes worms soil trees except
We think separation exists
God is elsewhere to find yet God even says I am you I made you we are me I'm never not here we are one
And
In not experiencing this, in being dragged out of our innards our inner peace and adventures inside
We loose all that exists, connection to all there ever is was and will be
Enslaved in loos and
Suffering
From not knowing
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