You are not alone, although the friendly creatures that live in your Quiet Room do not speak in words.  You know there are many forms of language to convey the one meaning.  Goodness is brought to all parts of itself by sheer wanting and not through heavy-handed conversation.  You are tired of conversation, aren’t you?  I know you are.  You are tired of the noise that thoughts make and the energy they rob you of by going round and round like a wheel that has forgotten why it turns and cannot stop.

You needn’t worry so about this. Nothing is of consequence to the peaceful mind that trusts in the nature of the Unchanging.  Be true to yourself and keep whispering the truth.  Make it your companion through time and it will carry you to the plains of serenity that keep the sky open and its freedom within reach.

The Human story is only about a dream.  Keep your mind in Heaven.

It is a truth not said enough, that the Rainbow that arcs the world after the rain, is here to show what has always been but not seen by your eyes or mine.  I sit and ponder this small wonder as the Stars fill the sky above me and show forth all Eternity.

They are just like the lights that brighten my keyboard in this quiet moment that is just like the one before, but even sweeter for being new and fresh and full of possibilities. Don’t drag the past with you, I tell myself.  There is no reason to believe it brings anything worthwhile with it.  Life is a constant new beginning.

A Deep and Natural light lives in the recesses hidden from my view.  I go through a jungle of thoughts that hold me stranded in a world that seems so real—though I am, in truth, only the dreamer of this world.

I dream and find brambles made from worries at my feet and the path before me is obscured by my darkened view.  I tread with uncertainty and head for distant hills hoping that the way will clear and the day come before my fears take hold of me and turn me in more wrong directions.  There is a bit of Moon showing through the forest that has sprung around me from the troubled thoughts in my mind.  There are serpents clinging to the branches moving the leaves in such a way as to permit their sighs to sound like song.  I’ve become enthralled to “something” outside myself.

And yet, and yet, there are picture windows in the middle of the night that open onto a Daylight that allows the soul that is asleep to awaken and look again.  There is on the horizon a little bit of Sun left over from a hopefulness believed in long ago. Yes, there is always hope in the air.

I am walking and wondering what purpose this journey is based on.  The outer commands seem loud and intrusive and the sound coming from the grief in others makes the peace and quiet that still comes from within me, hard to hear.  How does one turn away and listen to the sweet Nothing?  How does one do that?  There must be a way to stay peaceful where peace is not believed in.  There must be a way to view the origin of life through the filtered illusion if time.

And to think, and to think—this time thing is not real—for, Dreamer that I am—I am only its creator.

I am a gifted child.

I am the current from a vast Ocean of possibilities and in me is revealed a harmony of native spirit that causes the Moon to dance in an orbit of enchantment. I am the one who spins the Spheres into perfect revolutionand the Stars contain this performance as only they know how to do.

I am a happy child.

I live in make-believe at all times.  This Earthly bit is a challenge, appearing to take itself so seriously.  It is hard to believe that there is any part of the Infinite that could ever lose its perspective and create a place like this, but there you have it: make-believe, as I said.

I am at present in a dream where the dreamers think themselves what they are not.  I know better and am glad I am supported by my inner world to remember at all times a truer clime of expression.  I cannot forget what is real, for I am what is real as I am Breathed into being.

And–look again!–I am not alone in this elegant trueness of self.