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Woke up to a blessed ray of sunshine;
gave praise, and got on board with Trane.
No bags, no chartered destination, nor
prescribed expectations. Wherever Trane
was going, so were me, myself, and I: apprehension
is for those who fear the inward journey of self.
Little did I know, I would sail over several oceans
and boat down several rivers, passing old crab spots,
shrimp houses, and beer-stop fishing holes;
Two PK’s travelling along a kind of blue journey,
taking giant steps towards a higher plane of being
from which to soar even higher and deeper within selves.
Being there and here, hearing, feeling, smelling, touching
and tasting the echoing bliss of what heaven must be,
makes the trials and tribulations we are chosen here
to bring to past, is a beauty beyond description or compare.
The journey
The mission
The purpose:
…A love supreme…
God and humanity
Conjugality
So mote it be
