I stand in the Quietness.
Gone are the shadows made by yesterday’s thinking.
As I look into the Void, the past is voided, for only Eternity is here
in the fullness of this tender moment.
It makes no sound, but I know
who I am.
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It’s All So Simple
The Stillness that has no Name.
The richness of Nothing.
The allness of Everything.
The belonging to Everywhere.
This is what I am made of. This is what animates me, surrounds me, fills me with Itself that It may have expression and that I may have the joy of aliveness.
It’s all so simple…Life. Why complicate it?
Sweet Carousel
Good morning, dear one. You ponder your confusion this day while I come to bring you solace in understanding that there is a solution to your questioning. Hand over the decision for your life to Me. I am you; I am the you that you have lost touch with, but I am you. You are filled with thoughts that carry you down a stream of seeming otherness. You cannot shake this perception and you feel tossed about as if by an ill-wind.
Be very still as you consider My loving words. Even though you feel fear, you stand on a solid base of harmony that can transport you to higher ground. Be still, try not to understand. Try not to make true perception happen. The energy in your soul is all about you and your world is full with wonders. Try nothing for a while. Do not seek to understand the truths heard from other people. This information is often sound and serves those who need it, but it does not speak to your unique sensitivity.
Your carousel in this world is intact and sweetly spinning. It holds steadfast to inner rhythms while the surface, where the mirror of the world seems to be, a clear and gentle face of optimism reveals your soul. Be still, dear one, know that you are being led to quietness. There are signs all about, that the Wind that blows through the trees to whisper hope, is fully present in your garden.
I Wonder
After the rain swept through the hours of my sleep, soft soothing mists lifted the heaviness from my thinking. I am now one with the warmth of the Sun and begin to comb my tangled hair as the birds locked in its waves unfurl their frozen wings and fly to the golden expanse above us all.
I stand quietly in my garden while a friendly wind comes friskily by, smiling and whistling a tune I have heard, but so long ago it feels as if it comes from another world, another time. I know that I have come from another world, another time myself. I know I have not always been like this, sitting upright in a chair putting fingertips to keys, watching what comes out of me. What comes out surprises me … someone within me, it seems, wants to come out to play and tell of wonderful wonderful wonderful things. Somewhere in me, I know of a forgotten Goodness.
I wonder who that someone can be!
My Way Of Thinking
Tiny bits of stardust leave a trace on the mantle and all about the rooms of my house.
I am told that this is… just dust!
But dust is undesirable, not quaint or even very nice. There is ever so much of it in this world that one has to wonder at its purpose for being. I just can’t believe it exists for the reason that it has no reason. To my way of thinking this makes no sense: all things live! Dust must be magical Stardust perceived by a cluttered mind!