I am walking in this night and have no agenda of my own, though it could be said that a walk on a beach is a sufficient end in itself.  So, I am walking, my hands in my sweater pockets holding onto the key of my house and finding my way through the darkness thanks to the glow of the moon who is my beloved in my inner world.

My walk on the beach this night is filled with enchantment.  I go to the place I started from long ago when I came to dream in this place with beaches and berries and clams.  It is hazardous to come here, for the wind is fierce and takes pleasure in tearing away the possessions most dear to one’s deepest sense of self.  One comes here, it appears, to be challenged, to find and devise clever ways to fool the wicked wind that is so determined to make one part with the essence of one’s being.

This looks like a treacherous world, filled with clever imps in the guise of wicked evildoers.  Follow your heart and stay the course of your dreams IF YOU CAN, for plenty will be the devises used to take you off your course and draw you away from your intention.  I have come to understand that the real nuisance is the one within who is drawn to these distractions.  If one is intelligent one would listen only to the wisdom of the true moon that resides within one’s inner sky.  This is the truly wise one, always awake, ready to steady the self and draw the tides inwardly, and let the self remain safe from the misery brought on by enticements of a meaningless sort.

There is such a moon in me, an eternal light that guides and whispers.  It is the lovely portion of cool sun that is mine to rely upon while traveling in a dream that needs a strong lantern’s light to get through the shadows of a world in doubt.  With it, I am equipped for anything and can handle the moment-by-moment journey with a guidance that keeps me sure-footed.

My quiet moon-filled inner reality is my own sweet portion of Infinity and is created out of what I myself feel life to be and what I myself have been created to express.  Surely, with this understanding in mind it is not necessary to find agreement with others.  They do not see my moon’s light and the beauties that are revealed in its glow.  It also appears they do not see their own, but I know it is there.

I have been here before, I know that what I see is what I am and this is sufficient for my happiness. I am a candle existing for Life’s brilliance.  I am, that It may shine.

I sit in the middle of the Wind’s house and the new becomes the newer and the bitter has gone from my mind and my heart.  The Snow that melts down from the higher realms is sustenance for my soul, and life’s blood for my veins.  All that the Universe is moves through me and animates me, and makes my life happen as if on purpose, but I know that I only dream this place I see as being all around me.

Yes, it is only a dream I dream, forming outer vistas from inner landscapes of polished floors holding dainty dancers that glide and do not believe they are making believe. They would have me join them in the making-believe but the Sun that was the day before has become the Moon of now, opening doorways cleared of cluttering fears.  I am fully alive, for I am Life.  And I tell myself the truth about illusion because my Realty, is Forever.

I wend my way inward and behold the Moon that glistens and sighs like a beating heart within the cave of my deepest self.

I am rusty now, having believed myself a human for far too long.  To be human is to live in a distant room containing layers of ancient thinking.

I listen for the faraway shore promising its healing rhythm to my heart’s knowing.  I listen for the cleverly disguised wisdom that lives in the deepest part of the oceans and wish it to come and settle in the shallow pool within my garden gate that I can drink from.  It will be splendid to have the return of the Being I once knew I was.

I am the one who wills to find the Light in the shadow.

You needn’t worry so about this. Nothing is of consequence to the peaceful mind that trusts in the nature of the Unchanging.  Be true to yourself and keep whispering the truth.  Make it your companion through time and it will carry you to the plains of serenity that keep the sky open and its freedom within reach.

The Human story is only about a dream.  Keep your mind in Heaven.

They are just like the lights that brighten my keyboard in this quiet moment that is just like the one before, but even sweeter for being new and fresh and full of possibilities. Don’t drag the past with you, I tell myself.  There is no reason to believe it brings anything worthwhile with it.  Life is a constant new beginning.

On this site, I’ve finally combined all my artwork news and information, and my special writing.  Much of what is happening with my work is brand new, and you will see that some of the projects are still unfolding.  The greeting cards and the APP, for example, have a page of their own but all you will get right now is my promise of things to come.

“DO YOU REMEMBER? Whispers From A Spiritual World, “ is my new book which will be available on Amazon shortly.  And there is another book to come some time after.  The APP is a wonderfully magical tale for young and all, and I am particularly excited about that.

EVERWITHIN is what I am calling my writing page because that is where those words are coming from–within–and is about another view of reality.  I think you’ll find a lot of yourself in watching me go through my own journey.  I’m happy to have you come along.  I don’t invite comments, but my email address is in CONTACT, I would be happy to hear from you. What a remarkable new world we have created to share with each other from our inner worlds.  So, welcome, welcome, to mine

Be

Let me speak these words you long to hear, dear.  Let me tell you that you are the Sun.  You are the Night that never closes the door to the light of Forevermore.  I am so close to you–I am you.  You are this and so much more. You are more than the fingers that touch an outer world that feels so real but is only brittle driftwood waiting to become dust.  What is lasting is within you.

You are love.  Too long have you confused what love is while the word is loudly bandied about in the marketplace outside your inner self.  Love is the quietness of Good rejoicing.  It is the cup that runneth over, the wind that carries you unbidden to your greatest happiness.  It is what you are–it is the thing never looked for, never sought, and never needed.  It is the very substance of your being in its wisest and deepest terms.  It is what never goes away.  It is the isness of being, the very nature of Nature–supreme and undaunted.  It is what can never be altered or threatened or lost.  It is the peace in the quiet, the song in the bird, the depth of the measure, the fullness of a chord.

Cry not for loss, there is no loss.  See within this moment a gentle Presence, your own self, whole and wholly with you.  Sense this now.  Nowhere is there a thing of jagged edges gaudily painted up and parading about for your agreement.  Sense what is really here in this ordinary moment that seems just like the one before.  See that the new, the possible, the fresh…the innocent, has come.

Be still, but not as you have understood it when obeying others.  Be still, as you understand only yourself. See that in you is the bridge to the World you think you see no more.  You need not prepare yourself in any way to hope, to reach.  It is in this moment of stillness that What Is will gather around your awareness–not when you look for it, but when you do not.  You can do so much more when you do so much less.

You are the Song that you cannot hear with your ear.  You are the Soundless that makes a melody of your life.  And you  are the rhapsody of Aliveness meant for expressing as you play at being human.

You are sacred.

Tender Thought, where are you coming from?  You exist in the quiet corners only.

The loud outer world is fully center stage and takes up room and makes a fuss.
But you, Tender Thought, you are soft and reassuring like the breeze on a warm day.
You are tranquil like the love that fills my heart in the midst of a meadow filled with tall gently swaying grasses.

You are the One I keep looking for and you are the One I need never seek–for you are nearer than the dearest part of me.  You are the morning of every day that appears out of the mist of Foreverness into time and space.  You are hidden but not lost.  You are mine and you are me.  I am what you are for expressing though I have come to express mostly what I have been told by outer concepts.

You are so quiet, so nearly not there that I find it hard to find you, not finding myself too clearly in this world of “other people.”

But finding you is the only thing that matters. Isn’t it?

I dream and find brambles made from worries at my feet and the path before me is obscured by my darkened view.  I tread with uncertainty and head for distant hills hoping that the way will clear and the day come before my fears take hold of me and turn me in more wrong directions.  There is a bit of Moon showing through the forest that has sprung around me from the troubled thoughts in my mind.  There are serpents clinging to the branches moving the leaves in such a way as to permit their sighs to sound like song.  I’ve become enthralled to “something” outside myself.

And yet, and yet, there are picture windows in the middle of the night that open onto a Daylight that allows the soul that is asleep to awaken and look again.  There is on the horizon a little bit of Sun left over from a hopefulness believed in long ago. Yes, there is always hope in the air.

I am walking and wondering what purpose this journey is based on.  The outer commands seem loud and intrusive and the sound coming from the grief in others makes the peace and quiet that still comes from within me, hard to hear.  How does one turn away and listen to the sweet Nothing?  How does one do that?  There must be a way to stay peaceful where peace is not believed in.  There must be a way to view the origin of life through the filtered illusion if time.

And to think, and to think—this time thing is not real—for, Dreamer that I am—I am only its creator.

Hear within you all that is needed and sufficient. Receive with an expectant heart the gift of My presence and express it to yourself.  Your trust in Me, by means of your trust in yourself, will carry you to the desired lands and to the depths of understanding that you have been calling out for.  See how the words being uttered here open your feelings of gladness.  This internal dialogue between us is real and more significant than any other in your outer world.  You are the means and, I, am the Self.

You do not need the agreement of the world.  You do not need the permission of the world.  You do not need the understanding of the world.  In Me, you will not be alone and lonely as you stand apart from the activities that formulate a world that seems real and significant, but is not that to you.

I am the very flooring of your house and I am strong and everlasting.  You can stand on Me and let the magnificence that cannot be seen with eyes transport each moment beyond the obvious.  You desire this.  You deserve this.  You are worthy of this.  It is your calling to receive this from yourself and it matters not that you lost sight of it, for in having lost sight of it, you better understand its true value and you see how, by its nature, it can so quickly become invisible in this world.

You have done nothing to diminish Me in you.  Only your self-doubt has accomplished painful things that trouble you.  You are not to make the world a happy place.  It doesn’t need happiness.  The world is not a place.  The purpose of life is not outer construct.  Its only activity is expression.  Not outcome.  You know this; be at peace with your knowing and don’t attempt to form a consensus with others about this.  Say nothing.  You only move an empty wind when using language.  Do your work quietly and trust that what that has yet to come into focus on the path before you—will be made manifest out of gentle and expectant unconcern.