Come to Me like butterflies. Let Me be the nectar you drink. Come to Me like butterflies. Fly around Me. Alight on Me. Come as one, or come as many. The thing is to come to Me. Flock around me. Surround Me with your love. Can you imagine My joy in butterflies? Multiply My joy.
Can you imagine My joy in you? Would you deny Me even one moment of joy? Would you deny Me anything I ask? Would you deny Me you?
I am under your spell, and I hold you in My thrall.
Who leads and who follows? Who is in front when no one is behind?
All I want is to be with you, and with you I AM. I am your Host and I am your Guest. I serve and am served. I am your Waiter and you are Mine.
There is nothing to say. There is everything to be. There isn't anything that We are not. We are the table and We are the chairs. We are the people who sit in the chairs, and We are the food on the table. We are the food about to be eaten, and We are the food eaten.
We turn somersaults in the air, and We land in Heaven.
We turn the world upside down. We write in the sand. We write on water. We wear down the rocks with our love. We build mountains, and We take them apart.
We polish the stars and look at Ourselves in them.
We hug the moon, and We enter the sun. We do a jig and find Ourselves in a tree that We are the fruit of, and We nibble on Ourselves.
We return to the good earth, and We dig deep. Everywhere We find treasure, untold treasure. We take it out, and We leave it there. Let someone else find it. There is more where that came from.
The biggest treasure is the treasure within. That's where We matter most. This is where We find Ourselves. We are valiant and untrodden there. We hold each other tight as We do not hold at all. The magnet of love keeps us together. All the colors of love douse us, and We are sparkled. From the depths of soul We rise. We rise and We stay. We go everywhere, and never leave. We multi-task the Universe. We are everywhere all at once, and yet there is nowhere to be. Space is not. Time is not.
There is no place to be, and no when to be there. All greet Us, and yet no one is there, and no one arrives. All are seated somewhere or in bed.
Are We in a mirage or a miracle? And Who cares? What is the difference when We are love, and We stand on Our tiptoes reaching high and bending low to pick everyone up?
What is the difference between sense and nonsense when We are just passing time, as it were, even as We are not in time and never out of it?
How can We get closer, when there is no closer to get? And yet I say, "Come closer. Come closer to Me. Fly to Me like butterflies. Waft around Me."
Whom am I talking to? What do butterflies want with words when love will do, when love will do better?
Who cares about words when that which words represent is better, far better, and yet presently, We would be at a loss without words. And yet We have them, and We use them, and yet love needs no words and has nothing to do with vocabulary.