There is in this moment, free of past and future, a fluid creative presence that overflows from abundance. I know it is myself. I live and breathe for only one purpose: expression. And mine is unique in all of Forever. Unique and beautiful and good.

I am asked only to be myself. To act from myself. To give to myself. To trust myself. This is not selfish–it is the way of things. I am Life’s sacred Self. Sacred in all my ways. I must be home with myself at all times to receive all I am. And reveal it.

{Some days, knowing there’s more and feeling “stuck” on earth, just gets to me … )

Where am I?

Since my birth I am disconcertedly disconcerted before a door that now faces away from me and is firmly shut. It is a slight door and very small; so small, in fact, most don’t know of it.

I dearly want to open it and regain the spaciousness beyond but too many things said, heard, and so often believed, impede my confidence and courage to even tell myself what I know of that spaciousness.

And so must end … this … fizzled … out …. post ….

Up there, a sun is giving a moon its light.

I have never wondered where light comes from, I brought it with me. It followed me unable to stay behind and disappear. It stayed because it is what I am. I am a sun and the earth is my moon. I am reminded of this when I look up.

I start the morning with a pen in my hand and my heart quietly stirs. Listen, I’m told, let something do the work. Remember, Something, has done the work and it isn’t your mind.

Words come. Questions from my longing are answered. And all I did was listen.

To put my fingers on keys, is to find that my fingers love keys. Little keys work in harmony with little fingers. I expect nothing to be said, of course, nothing to reveal itself, for what would reveal itself? I am only putting fingers on keys. But you know, just that question, that tiny feeling-thought, holds magic in its folds for me. That’s because my mind is wrapped in magic and makes a big deal of the very ordinary. My mind knows how to take me to the far reaches of Forever and bring back a story that makes the morning awaken the night. Only magic from Forever makes things grow and glow with life. So, as I sit here innocently tapping, I am growing and glowing from what happens to my knowing when my fingers touch the keys. I am propelled from a small simple person to the immensity of my eternal being.

Oh, yes I am. Within this moment that is only a comma on the thread of Forever, the world opens up and I fall into a deep peace and perfection. In the comma of time I live in, lives real magic. Deep inside. Hidden but not lost. What I am capable of feeling is the ever-present Life constantly becoming more of Itself in order to never fade or fail. It is the movement of change that promises continual renewal. It is the breathless freedom of imagination. I let myself spiral and twirl and blend into the ever fresh, different, more, better, higher, wider, deeper, surer, closer, nearer, simpler, truer. I am brighter than before and open to the still to come.

This is what happens when my fingers touch the keys. My dear inner self talks to me and says things unscientifically but more than speculatively for I am breathed by the Universe and become Its own life. This is the secret power in creativity.