Author Archives: Arlene

The Road Ahead

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Enter your name in the sky that expands its Vastness beyond you, revealing the path of least resistance.  There is a road before you and all it does is open to what is yours and takes you to what belongs to you.

There is a reverie inside my head about another Place, another Way, and I start to wonder about so many things when I feel the call of the Great Being that moves the coverlet over the moon as the day reappears, new and full of promise.  The firelight that glowed all through the night warms away the winter chill of my human life and soon the rain comes merely to make a pattern of beauty and delight on my window pane. 

Yes, sometimes I see more deeply, sometimes I feel more truly, and then I love my little creature home nestled at the foot of the tender tree that overlooks this Earth filled with caring reminders of constancy.  My arrival in Goodness is assured for I have never left it.  I but dream I have.

Enter your name in the sky that expands its Vastness beyond you, revealing the path of least resistance.  There is a road before you and all it does is open to what is yours and takes you to what belongs to you, dear One. 

Our Journey

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There are ripples in the night sky that look like indigo silk being pulled over the stars.  This is my thinking as it floats through Timelessness to create a new world.

There is music in the wind that comes from the hum in my heart that keeps reminding me that I am happy.  I take comfort in the stillness that dwells in my merry inner self.  I am embraced in a firefly’s wing.  I am small and eternal and vast and only this moment.  I am the center and the periphery and the light cast from the moon.  I am the sun’s shadow and the wall filled with climbing morning glory.  I am the promise made to me by the Love that animates only everything.

I am strong in my gentleness and wise in my joy.  I am a fool for tender things.  I am more than you know and more than I remember.  I am so much and it is all so simple.  I am the simplicity of placing one tiny foot in front of the other, following the brightly-lit stones that show me the path to take in the twinkling of EarthStars in an inverted sky.

I am the traveller who never leaves Home.  I see you are making the same journey.

And Love Said…

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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.

 

Give No Thought

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You asked, and a swell of learning is unfolding for you in the gentlest way.  Gently, because you understand gentleness.  Your intrinsic nature is of the softness you always write about.  I speak of your True Nature, dear one; the one that breathes beyond the one you have come to think is yourself.  There is no need for you to go on believing in the artifice of time or of self.  It has caused you to weave yourself into a Being who isn’t meant to replace you, not even in a world of disbelief.

You have become afraid of yourself.  You feel confusion in all your ways.  You have been worried about the Anger and think you must control it lest it destroy you and all the tender wonders within you.  You have feared that it can take away your truth, that it can obliterate the very essence of your being and never let out the tranquil life of truth.  But the Thing Within is indestructible, it cannot ever be harmed.  Your Human emotions cannot separate you from peace; trying to control them can appear to.

Listen carefully, you are not the Human story.  In believing you are, you attempt to control a sense of self that is not who you are.  You have relinquished the real life by focusing too much on the external and trying to overcome it.  As you let go of doing this, as you slowly give the outer world less and less consideration by not concerning yourself with getting it right, the new, that is from Forever, will flourish.  Give no thought for the thing you have created out there.  On it no hat can hang, it is of nothing made and has no desire of its own to own you or limit you.  You are limitless.   Be this one.

Listen. Oh,Listen…

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Come here within, where the air is light and filled with a sweetness you thought you’d never find again.

You have lost yourself in a dream of forgetting.  Remain by My side now as we enter your room, the one always waiting for you.  The one you never leave though you close your eyes and dream of faraway journeys that often cause you grief and worry.  But you are here with Me now.  We are one, you know.  Well, you do know.  You know and have the right to remember.  You can speak from the place of no words.  Try it, it is not forgotten in you.  You can do all the things that are true of life.  You can become what you have never stopped being.  You are the morning in a Sky that writes wonderful stories for the telling, and for the moment that wants to know itself.

You are not a body, dear one.  You have not acquired a separated self that needs coddling and reassuring.  You have never gone, can never go, where life does not exist … it is a cosmic impossibility.  It is funny that you think you can.  But then, you think many funny things, and they do not serve you well or bring you the happiness that it is your true nature to feel.

You like it here with Me, don’t you?  It is safe and warm with these things of the heart.  There are no rules or rulers here.  No climbing the stairs to see above the clouds.  You needn’t wait for the new to come; it unfolds to reveal what has always been, even if you’ve never seen that incarnation of it before.  It is playful this world that keeps changing coats and slippers to appear one thing and then another, and then all over again but differently.  You get caught up in the differentness and think it is somehow significant, but it isn’t, it’s always just us, you and Me, playing around, being what we are: creative.