… the universe tickles …

creating ripples of laughter

throughout the hereafter.

Feel …

then kneel in appreciative humility

for understanding our limited aptitude

fosters the healing powers of gratitude.

Thankful that we don’t have to do this alone …

finding it funny that we try.

The universe tickles.

Trickles its goodness

through every cell

as if angels fell

from above

to help us question hell

as we realize that

we are drenched with the heavenly.

Divinely inspired and wired for higher ground

we pound the pavement from the basement of

our personal iniquities to behold ubiquity.

This wholeness tickles … and heals.

Enables us to deal with a world that attempts

to steal that which can never be taken.

Awakened by the love from above and below …

we become witness to the beauty of zero.

Creative emptiness washes senselessness

opening our heart’s devotional relentlessness.

The universe tickles …

creating ripples of laughter

throughout the hereafter.

Here … after … the death of

yesterday’s yesteryears.

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