I Only Know - That it Does Work Out
Dear friend,
I don’t know how.
Or when.
Or what it will be like for you and I at that time.
All I know is that it does work out.
Humans stop looking outside of ourselves—and look inside.
The idea of being above or below someone else evaporates.
And leaves us—just for a moment—stunned.
That we sleepwalked for so long.
Like when you walk into a room and cannot, for the life of you, remember why.
So you walk back out, and then the memory dawns on you.
And it is so mundane.
And so obvious.
And such a relief.
Like you were dreaming,
but it felt so real.
Hold to your faith, wherever it rests.
Saints and Masters—
or maybe just simple, humble kindness
in thought, word, and act.
It works out.
Something huge moves through our tiny bodily frame—
and we move.
The way it is when you’re dancing.
It’s the same song.
But everyone is moving
in their own individual way.
But to the same heartbeat.
It works out.
It’s the only thing I do know.
And even then—
it’s not a thing.
Till tomorrow,
Love,
Mikey