Do you want to know what prayer is? Prayer is when you hold Me in your heart. Prayer is not words. Prayer is not ceremony. Words and ceremony are warm-ups, but prayer itself is the exchange of heart, so intermingled, so rich, so full, that you forget what you are praying for. The what becomes less significant. The Oneness becomes significant. Oneness of Heart becomes supreme. You become a listener to Truth. And yet Who is speaking seems to be a mystery.
We are one brushstroke, you and I. This is an unending brush stroke. It is a stroke of love. What can the matter be when We are One indefinable love?
We are underlay and overlay. We are a plaited tress. Two seeming strands but one braid that winds itself around the universe. We wrap Ourselves around the Universe, and We throw the Universe back and forth wildly while We hold onto it in Our One Heart. We expand it, and We pull it back.
We are like two loggers on each side of a log. We saw back and forth. We make sawdust, yet no log is cut.
We are not two branches of one tree. We are the Tree, and the branches are Our exclamations of Oneness. "Come see Oneness," Our branches say. "We are Oneness seen as branches. But Oneness We are. Have an apple."
A blanket is spread on the beach, and We have a picnic. We have packed a lunch, and We open it on the blanket, and We eat what We have packed. Some children run by and spatter sand. Some children We call Ours, and some We call others'. We hear chatter, and We hear the song of the Ocean, and We eat Our lunch. And so a life is spent.
We do cartwheels. Our heart exults. We span the Earth and the horizon and the planets and the stars and moon and all manner of things. We spin and We span. And the Universe is Our hearts beating as One, for Our hearts are One, and are One with Everything.
There is no outside Us. There is no within Us. There is only Us, We, Love Exultant. Certainly, nothing exists outside Us.
We are the illusive mountains, and We are the illusive vales. We are the Quietness, and We are the Din. We are swept up in each other's arms, although there is nowhere to be swept up from and no arms to sweep.
We are encompassed in a grain of sand, and yet We are larger than the whole Universe, and yet We are no size at all. There is no line drawn around Us. It is an impossibility. All the imagined lines drawn around Us are impossible. They do not exist. And yet, on Earth, We duel with them.
You are in My heart, and yet I am in your pocket. You carry Me with you everywhere. Of course, you do, for We are One. You cannot dismiss Me, for I am integral to you. I am integral to Us, as are you, for it is Myself that I refer to as you.
Everything on Earth is fleeting, but We are fleetless. We are immovable, unchangeable, even as everything around Us seems to change, seems to move, seems to be external or internal to Us. We are like diamonds that cannot be cut. Of course, We are far greater than any diamond, or any trophy, or any book, or any discovery. When We are One, what discovery can We make? That We are One? Well, Our Oneness is undeniable, although it is often denied.
You cannot disappear. There is nowhere to disappear to. You can appear only to yourself and only to Me Who is yourself, but, of course, I see you always so how can you appear to Me when you have never left My gaze?