Trifecta

A simple line sends the heart to the ceiling.
The doubtful demons on my shoulder cajoling: Its not about you, you cannot have an impact, you are too small.
The bodhisattva in my heart smiles calmly: it is you, because your words have power, because your light is beautiful, and because she knows it.
And the logical little lemur behind my eyes states: If it is you, its just icing on a big fucking cake.
I keep reading. She cites a quote. The heart was right, the mind was right, the demons grumble. And I laugh. The millisecond battle that occurred is exactly what she wrote about. Like a particle of light in motion, distance means nothing, by the same token, time means nothing. If the same rules govern both, truly blessed am I.