Because I’ve chosen to stand before this empty page I know that words are waiting to be known.

There lives in Life a Waterfall of words made from the eternal truths and this wonderfulness lives also in me. So when I touch my pen to the empty page I find to say what I had forgotten I could say. Suddenly nothing needs mending. I am gifted with a language I can share. Here.

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Being at present a human, I am aided by pens and paper to engage with my true self. I’ve learned not to worry about this way of doing things and I’ve learned to be thankful for it. To be honest, it always takes me a while to use them each day after time spent in Time.

Magically, my pen and paper know all about this hidden treasure in my being and in their impish ways keep drawing me to use them to find it. They occupy my room, they become the clutter that needs ordering, they get lost and must be looked for—the pen, especially. I encounter them all day long as little nuisances until I give in and begin to …

write.

And when I do, I’m Home.

Since you’ve come to visit I will tell you the truth:

I am an invisible Being. I was not born, I dream. I pretend I am visible and you pretend to see me. We laugh. You are invisible, too, and yet, wonderfully, we are both eternally real.

In this quiet truthful moment a healing has taken place. We have found a pause out of time and space and touched the effortless within us. It will remain and nurture us as we return to “be” the little child who came to play in a world of building blocks and the never-here-tomorrows.

Come back anytime, the Quiet Pause is always waiting.

I have a secret life beyond these five senses.

There is, right here, the Goodness that can only be known by knowing it. It brings the crisp conviction of what is Everlasting to the moment that wants to come and go. While it fills my human world with the scent I can smell, the whisper I can hear, the warmth I touch and wear, infinity is keeping my heart pure and joyful and alive.

Yes, there lives a deeper life in me that cannot be lived other than by my trust in what I am. My self is eternal. Each morning, I walk through a dream scrim to touch a world of disguises, and oh so playfully, do I pretend all kinds of things while I’m there.

That is why I came as a little child … to not forget my happy nature.

When comes a new day freshness enters the world.

When comes a new day a page appears to write upon, a page free from what has been.

When comes a new day I come with it for I am its light.

I create, I remind myself, so that Life can fill in the blanks. My ink stains don’t lie. They did not create themselves. They were left by something that was always here. Yet, something new and true and more than merely mine.

I am in a dream that has me thinking very strange things about myself. But it is a dream that is teaching me I don’t have to go the way of others and think myself unable to dance because my steps are different.

Can it be that I need not ask so many questions? Can it be that the answer is my Gentle mind that knows the silent invisible? I think without words. I understand untaught. I do this because I am not merely human..

Even in a dream where I appear to be.