Fireworks like a parachute

Your thoughts are better than my thoughts

Right when I was sinking, Right when I was feeling down on all my attempts, Colleen and I pulled out of Kirtan. We went in the circle room and I spread out my heart.  Have you ever cried at the end of a trail that is out of some diminished stroke? Like some diminished blush of a heart disappointed. It was one of those and I was going in circles. 

 Then the fireworks starting to pour out.   What? Fireworks in October.  The 150th Anniversary of Santa Cruz. These were no basic fireworks.  These were severely amazing with all kinds of rochoche.   Fireworks Like paracahutes.   

God saying no more almost.  God wiping my tears.  God wanting to dazzle me outpour on me. God taking the show.   Seeing a parachute gold and purple.  No more defeating.  Cutting of my sadness like some heavy metal show.  Something lovely and outpouring.   offering me his Yes.  offering me his mighty dress.  Offering me all kinds of fireworks.  My outbursts. His total yea