When I travel

I am not going anyplace
          different or separate
                    from where I
          now reside:
                         in the fields of
                    infinity—
green pastures,
          still waters,
               breathtaking views
of Spirit’s heights.

Spirit’s heights
          are the only traveled
                         destination—
here and there
                    forever
          the same
in Love, enfolding Life.

Here and there
          I reflect Spirit and am
blessed
          in God’s holy, holy
                         All-in-all—
good, complete
                    where’re I go I’m
                             treading
           on the steps of
harmony.

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