Heaven is a place on earth.

When I close my eyes, heaven is in me on earth.

I don't think of what's outside my eyes,

I venture places that only my mind can take me.

I dream of being rich, and I probably never will be.

I daydream about people I have never met.

I don't travel much but in my mind, I have been

around the world and back and it didn't cost a thing.

Behind those closed eyes you can tune out the world,

put in characters that you want to use and enjoy it.

When you open your eyes reality comes back to earth.

Heaven is a place in the stars. I do not look up and see God because I do not believe in Him. I look up and see the priceless luster of the stars and I believe in the universe. The stars explode in a glorious death and spill their guts into the universe to be used to make something new. In the stars lays both the beauty of life and the beauty of dying and making subsequent offspring. I believe the heavens rest in the stars because I know no greater beauty.

The eye of the beholder, and the mind of its state, standing with self and awareness within to be in outer space in my head.

Heaven is among us.

Dimensional spiritual planes transcending all, folding time and undulating the divine.

She, us, all, collectively pass through the eye of the veil.

Our new neighbor takes her first bite of my apple pie, puts her fork down, gently presses both of her clenched fists on the dining room table and says, "Oh honey, this is heaven." "Thanks," I say, with a genuine smile as she picks her fork back up, shoving another big piece into her mouth. "I'll send you home with a piece." Looking across the table towards my step mom I expect to see her ornery expression in reaction to the use of the word heaven, and there it is.

"Momma ornery. Miss rigidly righteously religious. Oh, crap. Here it comes." I think. But to my relief, my step mom remains silent in her ornery stew as my jaw tightens and my mind begins to race. "If you are so damned religious, why are you always flipping out about blasphemy? What about Christian kindness, patience and tolerance? Just about everything these days, according to you is blasphemy. I want to shout in your face, "she just likes the damn pie for Christ's sake," But then you'll get me on a double blasphemy, so I'll remain quiet faking a smile."

A hummingbird stops at the feeder right outside the dining room window breaking our silence, as the three of us can't help but comment on its beauty.

Our neighbor wipes a crumb from the corner of her mouth, as she finishes her last bite of pie. Looking towards the ceiling I say with defiance, "Heaven, you say. My pie is heaven. I read this quote the other day. Heaven is a place full of everything you get sent to hell for." And then I look down towards her and we both laugh out loud not noticing as my step mom gets up and leaves the room.

Heaven is a place on earth

It's that place you go to

When you feel down

It's that place you go to

When your heart is ripping

With sadness

It's that place where you feel calm

Even though there is a storm

Inside you

It's there whenever you

Are happy

It consoles you when you cry

Heaven is that place

That relieves you

A place where you belong

Heaven is where your heart is

Heaven is where your soul is

Heaven is where home is

Heaven is where you are.

I think heaven (because your asked where it is), is in the eyes of another. It is in the caring expressing of kindness from another human being. Heaven is the nonverbal body language in one's personification of love. Heaven is the person who is willing and anticipates the needs of another whether it be a frickin tylenol, a lending ear or a back rub. I think heaven is patience and passive kindness in the face of assault as well as a gentle "slap down" when a fellow human beings get way out of line.

Don't fool yourself about Heaven on Earth. It's not a five star restaurant. Heaven is not a theme park. No town or metropolis will be good enough to be Heaven. Don't take me to the Cliffs of Dover or the Alps. Heaven will never be a tourist trap.

Let me tell you of Heaven.

Heaven is deep in the woods. Thick woods. Not curated woods that you walk through holding the hand of your beloved. Untamed woods. Dead logs sit rotting in thickets. The grass rises to your knee and reaches beyond. The backwoods rise up unyoked by humanity. Rolling hills and crescendoes of mountain tops carry this chaos. The animals have all fled. The birds do not sing, for the air is no longer theirs. That is where Heaven is.

Winds whip through the leaves, spreading Heaven's smell and making you cough. You cannot drive to Heaven. You march to Heaven, in a long line with all the saints. A blessed few fly above you in metal angels. They are harbingers of Heaven's glory.

The procession of grimy, unkempt warriors continues wordlessly. Each of you wipe at the deltas of sweat crossing your skin. Whatever you manage to erase is recreated within seconds The heat does not stick to you; it invades you. As you approach Heaven, each warrior slips a bandana over their face. The atmosphere thickens. Each breath you take invites a penetrating miasma to revile your lungs. The burning sensation permeates your nose and eyes. In this moment, you forget pure air's existence.

And before you know it, you have reached Heaven. Tendrils of flame lash out at nature. Fire licks along the earth. Defenseless banks of briars and brambles become blazing monuments of Heaven's glory. Trees crack and fall in the heat; millenia-old timber die in a matter of minutes. That is Heaven.

You and your fellow firefighters fall in. Your pulaski sinks into the dirt, marking Heaven's boundary. Adrenaline rears its head as the winds hurl feverish cinders at you. Shovels cut the forest floor. Hoes scrape away anything burnable. No one speaks above the wildfire's freight train bellowing. Two warriors pass behind you, one carrying a chainsaw on his shoulder. The whines of machines signal the clearing of the forest. Heaven stops here.

Above you, helicopters and planes swoop into Heaven. They baptize you with their red retardant. The fire recoils with each blessing. Helicopters splay the tops of trees and kick up debris at you as they join your cause. The sounds of their rotors are lost in the din of Heaven. Someone points to the sky and cries out:

"Cover!"

You dive away from the fireline just as a 747 SuperTanker spreads its wings above you. The sudden torrent of water flagellates the forest. Your body recoils as it is violently carpeted. The colossus's engines shriek overhead. For one moment, the smoke falters and you gasp a clean breath. And then you must leap to your feet and seize your tool once more. Heaven still bears its effort down upon you. And this Heaven shall show you no mercy.

Your muscles ache, tire, and tear. Ash coats your tongue, despite your covering. Each gulp of water you steal from your canteen is torturously hot. No respite exists for you here. And when your twelve hours is up you fall in with your war band and march out, greeting those coming to replace you.

That is what Heaven is. It is not some passive asthetic. It is a brawl to earn your survival. And when you do earn it, you will truly know what a blessing Heaven is.

The peaceful feeling of seeing them play. The contagious joy.

The simple moment when all worries fade away as you're glad you can provide them the innocence and this simple garden of eden.

And that even if your life may be at its final chapters, another one like this wouldn't be so bad.

Thats when you realise that the it's not about being in heaven but about the journey to it. And that in the end heaven is just another stop to incantation.

I sank into the depths of your chocolate eyes,

I drowned in the sea of your caressing voice.

I got lost in the world of your silent promises

and enchanted by the way your lips moved in prayer.

Your fingers floated across the ivory keys

and they traced the world along my spine.

Your eyes lazily dragged across my face,

as if mesmerized by a work of art.

You strummed the strings and tried to sing,

I laughed at the jokes you told.

I cried tears as I shared my past,

you said it made you love me more.

I watched you get down on your knees

and say a fervent prayer for me.

I heard the way you said my name

with reverence and adoration.

I found heaven in your arms my love

and nirvana in our life together.

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I realized something today while talking to God as I always do. & I am once more amazed when I realize to what depths this Master of our Universe treasures my attention. I am filled with adoration & words fail me except for the muttered whispers of "I love You" slipping from my mouth. & I hear Him say "Sweet praise..." Then comes a peaceful calmness that envelopes me & I understand what Heaven must feel like! I'm so grateful fo my own sneak preview! I have within me a little piece of Heaven right here on Earth & I will seize the opportunity to make sure it's with me at all times, wherever I go. If you see me...ask me to show you it to you!

I will If you will!

BTW...He shares. It's yours for the taking...just ask.