This morning, I thought about joy. I pushed aside all else, I made a space, a quiet place, and I asked it speak to me:
Dear One, it said, you do know of me. You brought me with you, I fill your curls and fingers. And when you remember me, your curls and fingers lose their limitations and sense of separation. You no longer fit within those curls and fingers. You no longer limit your stride to ‘down the street’ in time and distance.
When you know I’m here, you wait for nothing, for time and its methods are no longer relevant or even true. You wait for nothing, for here—as you—within the unspeakable aliveness that is your vibrancy there is now certainty, a celebration, of you simply being you. You can see you have all That It Is at your fingertips, at the touch of your brush, at the sound of your voice, at the love in your heart toward another. You are everlastingly everything that is bright.
Joy. Nothing more need be added to you. Be that in your human dream and you will dream dreams that are new and fresh … and truthful. The truth is so unbelievably simple and good. They won’t believe you but don’t let that keep you from yourself. Just don’t shout it on the rooftops; tucked away in this little corner of cyber quietness, it is loud enough. Tiny, gentle mice stop by and are made glad to remember.