I love to sing with the thrushes as they build a warm nest for their young. Our voices blend and the sun that hears joins in. It isn’t long before the leaves on the trees fill the air with their rustled whispers and make the World twirl in a brand new discovery of self expression. Joyfully we dance to the cadence of the Eternal Dance.

A very great Depth of Being created me and the thrushes. We were given awareness to show forth the Starlight of our origin in Eternity. In us there is great Peace and an infinite Knowledge that need never be learned or searched for. It is only when I play at being Human that I must work at remembering that this is how I really dance. And, that I sing with the thrushes.

I will tell you today about a small unlit candle that I left behind in a hidden corner of a beautiful garden that I no longer visit.  It is a most magical garden that has gone into shadow for me as I’ve become distracted by the bright bugle sounds that fill my current world.

When I lived in that beautiful garden, the little candle glowed from within me, giving me its light, its warmth, and its guidance.  It resided right here in my heart, and I never knew darkness or confusion.

When I decided to go dream about that other world, I could not take the little candle with me, for in that other world, light is poised from without in a big lamp that sits in a sky that is often blue. Once in a while, that lamp goes away and the blue sky turns an ever deeper blue until it becomes black. When it is black it appears flecked with tiny specks that wink at me and seem to say unknowable things that stir my heart to memories I cannot remember. I call out to them but they are too far to hear.

“Too far,” isn’t that odd?  In my garden there was a Nearness that never faded.  Oh, what spell can I be under to think myself now in such a nonsensical world of gaps and measures?  What spell is this that has me often managing to be beguiled by this nonsense, while so many can never be sober enough to enjoy a world that seemingly captivates them, little realizing that they are missing a little candle that is patiently waiting to light their hearts once more.

I know there is a quiet place deep within the hidden part of me.  It is a tender corner that holds all of the Universe within it.  It takes up no room and knows nothing of space or time.  It is the sweet invisible that is the very source of my most treasured sense of self.  It is the loving arms upholding me and breathing into me the wonders that make my heart thrill.

I have thought that I could never feel You again, Secret One of My True Self.  I have looked for You where You are not: in other people, in the stories they tell of their lives.  I read and read, I looked and looked, and waited for scraps of proof that You could be found in this Earthly world.  I’ve waited to hear from others what they found, if they found, and how well they lived with You.  But the more I looked, the more I sought, the more the emptiness grew within me.  How could we speak to one another, You and I?  Oh, how I’ve missed You.  I have been so good about learning the language that is spoken here, the one rendering soft thoughts into hard concepts turned into bits of sound that must be strung just so—only to be found inadequate and misunderstood.

I’ve found it hard to turn myself away from the world of “other people” and be still with You.  I’ve wanted to bring them with me, or thought it must be so that I should bring them with me and have them share in the goodness.  To go somewhere without them was arrogant on my part, and even more it was selfish and made me a cold, self-centered person.  To turn my back on this world and to go to You, alone, seems selfish.  And yet …   

… You are the Life of all of us, aren’t you?  You are the order of all being, the very thing that keeps the seam from ripping, the place that never changes but grows to unfold and reveal the tenderest new thing full with possibilities and delight in being expressed.  You are the very reason the snow comes to remind us of the hush of stillness that is Your Voice.

Oh, how I miss You. Oh, how I miss my True Self. Oh, how I want to speak “our” silent language again.  Oh how I want to make, You, most real of all.  Show me how.  I’m listening.

I sit here, with back-lit keys that look like a heavenly night sky filled with Stars.  How lovely is this moment engaged with a technology that willingly dances to my imagination.  We are both acknowledging something deep, and Something deep sends Its love and warmth and jolliness to us, and we are both grateful for the happy moment that has come to be.  There is such a sense of well-being in the “shared” moment at hand. 

Yes, it is pure and simple Joy my keyboard and I are dancing to, together.  Who says we are not?