Have you wandered off
Just a little bit
And felt like nothing is
Or ever was
Quite right?

Who are you to think
That in a flash
You could be right back on target?
You could turn – not so much away
From loveless, lifeless darkness
You could, right this very instant, turn
To the Light.

Now everything”s become
Unspeakably beautiful
Full of love and joy
And unending recognition
Of who it is
That you are!

~ Robin Starbuck, 2018

When we ponder the world and all its
Titillating eccentricities, replete with heartache and pain
Wonndering what Spirit must be like…
Immortal Milton depicted it as a great white light – could it really inspire such abject boredom?
It behooves us to pass “Go” and head directly for The Fourth Dimension itself.
When? Where? How?
Now. Here. Focus.
It’s hard to imagine in our puny pea-brains
Just how exquisite, wonderful, delicious, thrilling, altogether lovely and loving
This realm of spiritual sublimity really is.
But how can we know with those tiny fallible minds of ours?
We Can Not.
Therein lies the key: the realm of pure Spirit is entirely spiritual.
And the onus is upon us to adjust our receptors to make way for a whole new way of perceiving.

~ Robin Starbuck, 2018