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. 

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.

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.

Tiny rivulets from a sweet river form my Human heart, though I’ve been told this is not so. There is a place within me that holds pens and brushes and paints and inks for forming thoughts that can be seen and shared.  I am not alone when I go within and stay a while.  The serenity in my Heart lets me know that all is well and never will be otherwise.  This serenity is freedom, a place so joyful that it cannot be talked about only basked in and treasured as a sure place of refuge.

But, refuge from what?  There is none but goodness to be found.  Refuge, it would seem, from one’s own thoughts and attitudes and beliefs.  There is no life but the Self and the playful many, many little selves that are but one in Oneness.  There is no world to resist and hold at bay as if one could be entered into unbidden and depleted of stores and staples.  There is no world that can come and harm, save the thinker thinking harshly upon the self and ordering a hard day into existence.

Yes, within me is an Oasis that holds continents of possibilities and lands filled with breathtaking beauties and goodnesses.  Out of a seeming nothing is the something born. Out of sleep is the dream created.  I go within to find the gentle self and bring forth the new and entirely true.

The night is filled with Stars.  Come, let’s go stand among them.

All around the room I live in are chairs waiting to be seen and used.  They are soft and have rounded corners, just right for rest and relaxation.  They don’t want to be anything other than what they are and they are proud to offer of themselves to me and to my needs throughout the day.  They were born for the times that bring pauses in clauses of livingness.

I like the chairs that live in the room of my inner house.  I like the chairs that hold my hopes and keep my dreams from getting tired.  I like myself when sitting in one of my chairs knowing that it waited for me while I spent time visiting that most remarkable of spinning planets. The two of us are filled with amazement at the kind of tales I tell of it.

No, I am never alone, in my other world.  I am filled with friendliness of many kinds.