Red Balloon

If a beam of light

had a mass

it would be lighter than air.

Like a red balloon filled with helium

pulling me up and up.

That is what it feels like.

Peace.

Peace in a beam of light.

Heat, warmth, pulling me up

lighting up the darkness that was once my inner awareness.

What was dark is now light.

I see it. I feel it. Glowing, like the glow of a sunlit red balloon,

floating

up

up

up.

And inside I feel it.

The soft gentle glow of peace.

And I know now that I am so very very good.

Me. I am me.

I am my soul.

I am not my body, my thoughts nor my feelings.

I am good. So very very good.

As are we all.

Souls, with our short time in these bodies.

Able to love ourselves.

For we are all good. So very very good.

And in my soul, in me, in my inner awareness,

I choose contentment.

I choose to see the truth.

And ignore the rest.

To love others, to give, and care.

This is the nature of my soul.

And of yours.

We are all one.

Glowing, floating, warming light of a red balloon.

And all very very very good.