On going to heaven

Upon arrival she was a little lost—
it’s a pretty big place, after all,
and she hadn’t thought of that—
and she was looking for her mother
and shocked that she couldn’t find her.
A deep sadness came over her,
like she’d made a mistake,
she was in the wrong place,
or maybe she was in the Wrong Place:
this was hell: looking for your beloved
and never finding them.
It took time to figure out:
nobody was sorted or separated
by place or religion or race or tribe,
no countries or neighborhoods or families
or anything else, just souls,
and there were billions of them,
going all the way back to the Neanderthals,
not to mention the dogs,
so how could you find one person
in such a galaxy of souls?
Despair seeded in her,
but before it could sprout
she had met so many great people,
not to mention the dogs,
and they were really nice,
in fact there was so much love,
and they were such angels
that that was enough,
freeing her from longing,
loving the present moment
and all it held,
knowing her mom was there, too,
somewhere, surrounded with the same love,
so much love,
love that was bliss,
it was infinite,
and really, who could want—
how could there be—
anything more?

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

March 2, 2021

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