Miracles of Love
You can't say that life isn't colorful. And the colors keep changing from dawn to dawn and from season to season. Not even the colors and shades of a day stay the same in the relative world. Ever-changing is the world you inhabit. Light moves, and settings are transformed. The sun is an artist.
In terms of the relative world, you, also, are ever-changing, from mood to mood, from child to adult, and the range of your life is ever-expanding. And now your heart expands to accommodate the whole Earth and everyone on it including those of the so-called past and future. And you are everyone, beloveds, and so you are One.
I created a beautiful planet for you. I gave you land and sea. I gave you stars and a big sun and galaxies and what-not. I gave you soil to grow things in, and all kinds of beauty to look at. I gave you all kinds of probabilities and even impossibilities that also come true. I knighted you with the power to create your own world and to perform miracles of love.
I call what your love can do miracles because you don't yet know the expanse of your love and what you can manifest with it. And yet you are an unwitting miracle-maker. You make the sun to shine. You spin the globe. You are the moon with a pulse that makes the tides to furl and unfurl. You can do anything.
Alas, you may imagine that life is done to you. You may think that you are helpless in the face of life, and, therefore, you see yourself as hapless and devoid of energy. Beloveds, you have all the energy of atoms within you. You are energy-filled, only you may have stalled in the middle of the road.
Whatever you may think you are not capable of, you are capable of. If you can walk one step, you can walk two. Whatever you do, you can do more, and you can do more without effort. You have, perhaps, been exerting too much effort, running a kind of race when time, which does not exist, cannot be a factor. Row gently, beloveds. Row gently.
Going upstream can only be an illusion because space does not exist so where in spacelessness can directions exist in? Where do left and right exist except in an accepted illusion?
Beloveds, where can your mind and heart not take you? There is nowhere. There is no thing. There is consciousness, and your consciousness carries love to the nth degree, yet love does not really have degrees. Love is easygoing. There is nothing for love to be uneasy with when love is all, and all is love.
Where, if where existed, am I not? And where are you not? And who are you not? And when love can accomplish all, what can you not accomplish?
Let go of the details for a moment. Your worries are details. Let go of details, and what is there left to worry about?
Shall you worry about what to buy at the store or how to get there? Shall you worry about how many coins in your purse? If you ran out of worries, what other worries would you find to take their place? Are you hesitant to be worriless?
Zoom into the big picture now. Let details take care of themselves. Have your eye on Vastness and what love can manifest in the vastness of itself. Let go of your microscope for a while and envision. Even a telescope is too narrow. You are wide-visioned and far-visioned, and you are capable of anything and everything. Start with love, and you will enter into the Vastness where you already reside.