Author Archives: Arlene

My Thanks Giving

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There are countless little butterflies that live in my garden not far from the horizon of Heaven.  They peek over walls at the darkness they find there and they wonder at the unhappiness lurking outside the garden wall that surrounds this quiet still place.  I don’t fully understand either for, I, the Human, am often in darkness myself, even within my own lovely garden.

Nevertheless, there are hushed thoughts that run by the side of my mind.  I am grateful for them, for they promise cooler perception and respite from the torment I give myself in trying to figure things out.  Why spend time trying to figure things out, why bother, I hear it being whispered in these gentle ruminations.  Surely nothing matters, for the World is merely a seemingly convincing spell set upon my mind.  Nothing in it need be corrected by me and my small understanding.

So, it is to watch the butterflies that I go.  My mind will trace their beautiful fluttering wings and move to nothing more than that.  I will let the miracle of doing nothing create the day and fill the crevices of Time with goodness.  Miracles will appear as the flowers continuously unfold their gentle presence from soil to sun.  The buds on the trees will become blooms, the air will fill with birdsong.  And it is all done in fun.  Only that.

We all stand quietly together now in our rows of new growth honoring the blueness of the sky above where the twinkling lights appear dimmed at noon only to shine brightly at midnight.  Only when all the outer lights are turned off … can the Eternal Inner Light be known.

A Corner Of My Room

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There lives an inaudible whisper in a corner of my room.  It lives there night and day. The other parts of the house are perfectly normal.  I bang around in them and get the usual things done while the days flow into night, and round and round we go.

But, there, in that littlest corner, the one you do not ever notice for there is nothing about it to draw your attention, there in that corner, is the Understanding that came with me into Arlene Grastonthis world.  It parked itself quietly, unobtrusively, waiting for me to look there while the world called me to look elsewhere.  It loves me, you see, that Quiet One.  It knows what is real and it knows that I will return to the quiet side of things … before too long.

Look again, they say.  Is there anything in that corner but where two walls meet?  Of course not, you delude yourself, they tell me.  No, there is nothing to see there.  Not one little thing.  But I know in, nothing, is the Quiet One, the substance of all things made form, of every impulse to love and give forth.

Unencumbered am I in expression, for I carry the Vast Nothingness of this instant to all I do and express.  I do not repeat the past for I am not weighted down by that which has been … or will be.  It is sweet this life lived for the moment, knowing that as I play at being human, It will honor my needs and play along with my perceptions so that I know kindness where there appears discord — I will not be fooled by the passing images of the world.

What I give to myself becomes my life.  I give to myself awareness of the Vast Nothing out of which all comes.  It is my softest acknowledgement of It that makes Its Presence known to me.

It’s so simple, really.

Closer Than Close

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Arlene GrastonBeloved—

You think you are alone in an outer world disconnected from you.  An outer world making demands and asking you to give it obedience and attention.  An outer world taking you away from Me, from Us.

This is simply not so.  You are the Beloved of a Life that has no end, that cannot allow for any activity that is not of the reality of being.  Beloved, you are here with Me now.

It is a quiet inner world that is offered to you, a simple world that you can perceive for you are of it. You understand its silent language that tells you wondrous things that cannot be reduced to words and concepts that bear no resemblance to your truth of being.

Beloved, allow yourself to feel loved and guided from within — turn to Me and rely on the urges and reassurances you find there.  They wait for you in confidence that you can hear them.

Dear one…

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Arlene GrastonWhat is Real, is unlike the outer impressions that fill your ears and meet your eyes in the seeming constant that is your Human life.

Yet, the Real is the most constant of all.  It speaks of the most lovely tenderness.

It is glorious beyond words. It cares for you beyond what words can tell about it.

What is Real it is always at hand, in all situations.  It is the One who knows and who answers.  It is the allness of being.  It is here in its eternalness and you can know it as it is, not as it is portrayed.

It says such loving things to you, about you.  Things that are not too good to be true.  You have forgotten a little bit.  But this is not a concern.  No harm has been done.

Oh, Be Quiet

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In the midst of the perceived bluster of human affairs
— it is here.  It is all that matters and Arlene Grastonsimple is the way to it.  No need to worry, for here within is the hearth that burns ever brightly, lighting the room filled with the friends and the tender patience of a deeply meaningful world. 

Just go there now.  Be there now.  Let your understanding be illuminated in ways you could not understand while you were searching for it

Be trustingly quiet and you will know.