Wondering where and wondering why, hearing no response, cause to worry, silence when there should be active laughter, no one picking up the phone, not wanting to say "I told ya so."
Those who banish you will be banished, the poor will be exalted, everything you ever wanted is yours to keep, not wanting anything, responsibility coming with material item ownership, living a free life free existence, not being called upon, not in charge, not an assistant. Miracle of miracles, to be free to be you and me.
To do what you want to do when. To live your life according to your whims, to play games all day. To put together puzzles, to deal out a deck of cards, to play chess. To draw a picture, to write a poem. To do everything you ever wanted to do, to do it with ease, to do it anytime of any day.
Having an audience as yourself. Being the one to read what you write, seeing your own artwork, not putting up a show or showing off. Not blowing a shofar from a mountaintop, easing into sweet tunes of music that have no alert, sitting in a seat and feeling comfortable not edgy.
Licking your lips after eating pizza, tomato sauce and roasted vegetables, a garden of veggies atop a piece of dough, dough like a plate that holds a treasure.
Always being in treasure, having her when you want her, always being able to say hello to her. A connection with an angel from heaven.
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