Live here now, dear one. Slowly turn within and make the snail’s pace your own. Faster than the Wind will be the gifts of the day that opens before you. Listen carefully to Words that are not words. Hear what the Silence says within you and dare to follow that which never ceases to bring Home the human heart that trusts in nothingness.
You are the Soul of the moon that carries the night into the day. You are the bearer of glad tidings from the depth of a perceived darkness that is full of Light. You are the Poet that opposes nothing but is everything, for you see the Bell’s peal and you hear the Color’s swell while standing in the Gentle Rain that makes visible the Garden that never closed its gate.
Be very still, dear one, and you will know Who you are. It is time.