A Spool of Thread Unwinding
We can say that there is a spool of thread unwinding. As it unwinds, the thread spirals down. This is one way to describe the unfolding of life and the seeming cycles of spring, summer, autumn, winter — the cycles of everything. That yielding spool of thread is always smoothly in motion. The thread descends like a double helix, and it rises. In My metaphor, it is perpetual. There is no end to the thread. There is no need to put it through a needle to sew the Universe. The thread is circular unto itself.
Life is like a water wheel. Endless motion within such great Stillness. See those wheels of life go. The motor is running, and yet there is no sound. The motor is always running with or without sound. In the same way, you always are. Whether silent or noisy, you are. When you are asleep, you still are. And so it is when the body drops itself from the equation. This seems catastrophic to you, I understand, and yet, even in death, you don't miss a beat. If there were a cardiogram or such to hook up to life as I speak of it, you would irrefutably see that life is on a continuum. There is no interruption to life.
And life is free-falling even when there are no accidents. Life is destined, and yet it is spontaneous. And yet, in one sense, there is no destiny because life is never-ending. So, then, life is a process, and one you don't quite understand. You are not expected to understand, beloveds. You are just expected to run with it.
If life were your legs, you would run gloriously, effortlessly, eternally. Watch your legs take flight.
If life were a hammock, you would lie there and at the same time be hacking out a living.
If life were a mother, it would nurture you, and you would be satisfied.
If life came in cycles, as it does, you would make names for every nuance of it, which you have.
If life were a letter, you would open it. And life itself is a Heavenletter, only life is in a language you do not fully know how to read.
As it is, life is life, and you live with it.
Life has its own evenness, yet you bounce in it, up and down and around and around. Life is your starting-off place, and you are an acrobat of life. How tensile and flexible are your muscles! You do somersaults in the air. You reach the stars and hand them to Me. You are the one who leaps, and it is yourself you leap over. And you are the leapingness itself.
There is nothing you are not. Therefore, you are Everything. You are, in fact, Everyone! You are on the Board of Directors of the Universe, this one Universe that is of such a scale, you cannot fathom it. And yet, you are at the bottom of it. You constructed a lot of this We call life and all the connotations that go with it.
You are the bouncing ball, and you bounce it, and you are the bouncing. What is there you are not?
Now you take a leap and decide what you will discover and what you will be. You will take a leap with everything. That means you will leave where you were and bounce to somewhere new, to a new realization, perhaps, or to a new world or to a new beginning. There is no leap too big for that heart and mind of yours.
Who and what are you going to be today? And what will your day be like? Praise it, and see what you will see.
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