To this, John offered a smile of singular bleakness. “He’s not the only one.

And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,  Through the tranquil air of morning,  First a single line of darkness,  Then a denser, bluer vapor,  Then a snow-white cloud unfolding,  Like the tree-tops of the forest,  Ever rising, rising, rising,  Till it touched the top of heaven,  Till it broke against the heaven,  And rolled outward all around it.

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

If I want my children to learn what bomba and plena is, I will teach them.

Written By Luis Guzman

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