I recently read
the human experience
here on earth
is the only form of heaven that matters
Heaven is on Earth
Not everyone buys it
Behaving now for that ethereal ticket
But I am all in
I not only believe it
I coach it
Sunday mornings
The one-morning sans plans
Is my perfect opportunity
To practice what I coach
Full presence
Usually in the quiet as he sleeps
I jump out of bed and
Do seemingly more important things
A hater of wasting time
I cash in
Sipping on a homemade latte
Writing Reading
Art Working out
While everyone sleeps
Kind of like what I do every day
But this time
This Sunday is in a hotel
I stayed in bed
To experience Heaven
And I did
Snuggled in
Legs intertwined
Nakedness times two
The hairs on his chest tickling my face
He snores
But not with every breath I notice
Hot flashes come and go
The smell of day-before Old Spice
My left shoulder scrunched
Arm falling asleep
His heartbeat
Or is that mine?
Is he dreaming?
He doesn’t know what he is missing
I realize what I’ve been missing
Perfectly uncomfortable in his yumminess
He is so deeply at peace
And I realize all of those
Mornings I jumped out of bed
to do something seemingly More Important
I was missing out on
Earthly heaven
Staying in the un-comfort
For a while
Taking everything in
The Why
The How
The Who
The We
With each breath
mine
his
ours
Heaven