A jealous wind woke me this morning, carrying its bundle of sorrow. It comes from a world believing in unhappiness but, I, do not come from such a world. The wind is jealous of my higher knowing. It frequently glides over my dreams and stirs my heart to darkness, but I never stay there long.

There are Stars that dance like ribbons of light as they curl through the air that fills my room. I watch and I wonder at the Wonder. It is such beauty, this dance of Light filling an empty space with Joy. This Joy is the currency of Life. My life. All life. But a world in doubt cannot feel it. I must stand apart from this doubting and call forth what IS in the face of the sorrowful.

Each Star, it tells me, is more than a self-contained oneness. Each star is worlds within worlds and the whole of it never knows beginning or ending. It is what is from now and before and for always. For always, my friend. There has been no cessation, no interruption of this Joy. Even as the Sea moves its tides with no concern for what came before, nor for what will follow, each of its waves is unique, each an eternal moment.

It is good this, to relax into warm arms that hold one safe and calm one’s brow with soft tender kisses. The child I dream I am never grows old, never turns brittle and gnarled and feeling the loss of the suppleness of being. I, too, am a dancing Star making swirls of happiness in a world asleep and dreaming sorrow. Because I love, I will bring Joy to it by claiming this Joy that is what I really am. I will know what there is to Know.

Unexpectedly kind thoughts coming from me become the morning dew upon the life around me. I am endewed in a sparkling world. This is the outer picture of my hidden self.

I need not say another audible word for the Silence clusters around me forming the Presence unknown in a world depending on the audible. I need no longer be preoccupied with the heavy empty boxes littering the supermarket shelves. Simple drops of purity fill me to overflowing and my heart shows its own sacred Light.

This Light is taking me to tiny stairs leading inward. I hadn‘t noticed them before but, somehow, I know they were always there. I no longer hear the jumbled sounds of troubled people although I was one myself just a moment ago. How powerful is this world of tiny droplets to my perception of things.

I hear a whisper from a part of me that I locked away to keep it safe. Listen, it is saying. Listen to inner rhythms that bring understanding. Listen well. Make nothing important save the soundless that ignites and inspires each action with harmony and beauty. You receive the gift of life flowing from within. You are the Infinite Light. You are the Being worth valuing in the world. You are the power of each moment and the offering of yourself to yourself reveals treasures never known before. Believe this humble truth.

You live from within out. Give no thought for externals. You possess pocketfuls of guidance and wondrous joy and faith in magic. You bring laughter to shower the sky with colors newly born each minute. You are loved, dear one, loved and adored, and waited upon by your Source.

Trust yourself.

I am a star, said the quiet child, the one pensive and solitaire who grows himself
a garden underneath the stair. It was no surprise that the clouds brought him water and the birds seeds from foreign lands. It was no surprise. A big surprise was the tears that kept falling despite the smile on his lips. Tiny crystals flowing down his little round cheeks. One quietly following the other. Every day. Every night.

He was a dear child, full of dreaminess and quiet contemplation. His friends were the flowers and the mice of the field and the butterflies and the other creatures that made a home in his wee garden. He had a wheelbarrow and a watering can. He filled the patches of dryness with sweet earth and watered with the clean fresh rain the clouds brought him. There wasn’t ever a day when he didn’t come to his garden and its creatures delighted at the sight of him. He was a soldier of Spirit. A quiet soul that marched to the sound of a hidden rhythm.

He was a child of the Universe. He knew he was a child of the Universe. He listened to the hum of harmony that was within himself. He listened to nothing else. He heard it in others although they didn’t hear it in themselves. He was ever vigilant and ever present to the sounds his heart would make, silently passing by the clatter of the day the world would make.

He was quiet in this way. And he was strong. He held to great kindness and when he put up a little fence around his garden it was with love and out of patient understanding. His neighbors were unaware of the strength of their chatter and the size of their feet. He found it best to keep to himself and his own out of reach. It had taken him a while to learn this – but when he did, it was with thanksgiving and peace of mind. His heart remained open and his mind willing as he firmly kept his garden gate closed. No one seemed to mind. No one seemed to recognize that the little scrap of land underneath the stair was a garden. And certainly it was too small to care about. Nothing so small and so hidden could mean anything. So they walked by. And so they never knew.

Constant thinking, looking, hearing, seeing, touching, absorbing, is not good for my peace of mind. I want to stop the infernal noises blowing out of the world that take over my own (simpler) view of things. Is it permissible, once a participant in this Earthly world, to let that outer picture cease? Can I go to a quiet pasture, a gentle meadow, a softly babbling brook, my inner silence, and look beyond the world made by this human mind, and that human mind, and my human mind?

I should like to think so. I should like to do so. It is in breathing in and accepting the graces of more subtle places, that I find peace. Within me is a wondrous kingdom.