Day Twenty Eight

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