Maybe we’ll meet in heaven, where God and the Buddha reside and everyone speaks the same language.
Maybe we’ll meet in heaven, were we’ll bask in liberation.
A few words from heaven had rendered all the words on earth inconsequental.*
I’m taking a draw from my cigarette and watch the smoke yild towards the sky, when all or a sudden it all comes to me.
All of what we percieve of as heaven is right here. Don’t you see?
Earth is already the place where God & the Buddha speak the same language.
It’s witnessed in life and translated in books.
We just have to open the door when we hear the knock.
*quote: Mitch Albom - Phone Call From Heaven