Do you feel the tingle?
I feel it so strong now
Starting in my spine and running down arms and legs
It comes when I say something in self talk
and He approves.
Once I held another person’s hand when it happened.
The tingle ran straight from me into her.
It is the sensation of closeness to God
I go years without it
Then have it almost every few minutes for hours
It is right here right now
I am on the edge of telling something
Who am I telling? You? Me? Does it matter? This tingle is that there is no difference between the thoughts of you and me and those here now and those in the past and those in the future and this tingle is burning me alive at this very instant It is as if all the intellect and dreams and happiness of the world coursed through me for this moment
And now it subsides
It was like a flash flood
Carving the river bank wildly as it gushes past
Leaving a dry canyon to view.
Wonder where the water went?
Not here now.
How does one hold water
When one is full?
Best to be an empty cup
An empty clay pot
To hold a bit of the flood
Even to be a thimble
Just to hold that much
Would be better than looking back
At the dryness surrounding what
Once was a flood
When God floods the world
It is not a feeling you quickly forget.
The water is his goodness.
Goodness floods the evil and the evil drowns
It is not death but a metamorphosis
The same molecules are left
The same atoms take new life
Yet they become better than before
Better, ever better
Even better if we realize
The Unit and Unity cannot exist
Without each other
From the One, many
Yet the many become one.