Before I came to Time I spoke a gentle self-accepting language. As a human I still know this language, it lifts me out of conformity thanks to life’s most significant gift to me: I’ve been created unique. My uniqueness is the presence of my eternal self in this world. Enrobed as a human it walks the Earth sowing its bountiful nature for my delight and the delight of the Infinite one I manifest. I card my human life from the lyrical strands of reality’s silence.

This is different than anything thought here. Unhappiness comes from believing I am only the struggling human disconnected from all lasting meaning. By contemplating the mystery in my nature I encounter the Self that lives from Grace. I came into this world with the assurance that nothing other than happiness creates my well-being … but then I learned human thought and found sadness. 

This sadness is based on illusion. The trees outside my window may be really made of vibrating energy but they are not an illusion, believing I am incomplete and unworthy is the illusion. The solution is to make my mind quiet and listen to what is really going on beyond the world of acquired words. I exist to be life’s poet by simply expressing my true and humble self. The most wonderful things come from quiet plainness. Having been human a while I have to learn to be this plainness again. It is to the part of me I call a Soul that I turn to to live in the real of me. Bringing this depth to the human life I am living makes it a magical experience. I have confirmed this for myself. 

Everyone’s reason for being is to be Life’s Poet. It is the sole expression possible in a benevolent and whole Universe. ◌

“It is told to me that I came once to my mother with these words: ‘Mama, I have drawed a man’s body, shall I draw his soul now?’” ― Robert Louis Stevenson

In the living garden within me there grows a Tree with branches flowing with Knowledge. A profound wisdom moves in the limbs of my body/mind. All the difference is made to my day when I know this wisdom is mine to use.

My being is the nurtured expression of a Grace-filled Mind. I am the beloved human of the silent One who moves me through this dream of time as I remain in the timeless gentleness that is the ever-present moment.

With soft attention to that of me I never see, hear, touch, taste or smell but know, I become eternal once more.

Divine Promises blossomed in my garden on the day of my greatest optimism. Now a brightness shines in the crevices of the petals and leaves and the whole World glows from within itself.

I had strained to hear the Nothing in the silence of the falling snow. I had pleaded for the warmth of Feeling from the desert wind at noon. Only when I let go and simply trusted, did I see within the Within as I sat by the pool that held the reflection of all who walk by, revealing hidden treasures no one knew they possessed.

Imagine that! A pool of water so wise, so deep-seeing, showing what is hidden from human view. It takes a very simple faith to imagine this kind of thing. I am humbled with gratitude that I find myself near this profound pool of water and that I have such a faith. To think of what really lives in my very own garden, the place I walk through each day; the place where a sweet earth makes me and my flowers grow so strong and tall.

I am not alone on this Picture-show Planet created out of eternal inner truths. It is a grand scheme that erupts each morning as I open my eyes from my little bed. Somehow, seemingly out there, a symphony shakes itself awake and begins to sing to me. And then, and then, with a pronouncement I can barely allow myself to believe, it tells me that the Music I hear … is my own.

Truly, I must be a very wonderful thing.

A sparrow comes to sit on my shoulder. I am the branch it clings to. My deepest heart is what it wants to be near. But, alas, my heart hangs from a thread beneath my breast; I cannot even hear it beat.

I am lost, said the sparrow, I cannot find my heart. It, too, has but a thread holding its heart to its breast.

Two stubborn threads are all that connect us to our hearts. I am so near to the sparrow sitting on my shoulder that I hear his unsaid wishes. He leans so close that my thread and his become entwined, twist, and soon break free. Oh!

My heart is no longer hanging from a thread beneath my breast. My heart has been set free. My heart is not captured by weariness and wear, my heart is flying through the air.

There, is my heart, floating on the movement its beating alone makes. There, is my heart, sloping through the strands of time to remain disentangled and freed from disenchantment. I am full now, knowing freedom, holding firmly only to my Self and finding strength in movements unrestricted, unimpaired. Free as a bird is my heart as I soar in the big, bright Wholeness that now is my sky.

Beyond the clatter of my human steps I can hear the silent tread. It is silent because it is made of All and Everything. I can hear it because it is mine.

There is kindness in the room where I sit. And I sit like this to write about this kindness that is from my Light. I am the recipient of the immensity that becomes the ever new in me. It holds unwoven all that I have still to show, so I trust what is not here yet.

It is plainly understood by me that the one Breath contains my worlds. I am the Moon’s Beloved in the inner landscape I gaze upon when I close my eyes. This inner world of Beauty is mine alone and yet not for me alone for this gaze inward enhances my outer world’s possibilities: There are diamonds growing in my turnip patch. When I take the quiet path within myself, I see them both.

What I think are thoughts are in truth gentle energies; I have power. I take this power now and make the keys on this keyboard speak of the kindness my heart knows. I don’t doubt you want to see the diamonds nestling in among your turnips, too.