Now today in the Western world is the New Year, and yet nature knows not New Year. New Year is a manmade convention, a very good one, yet manmade.
There is no separation in nature. Nature knows only flow. Nature does not know start and stop. With nature, all is a continuum, and yet there is no past or future, and in one sense, not even a present. The present is more like Being, which just is. It cannot quite be spoken of as past or future or even present. How does present exist when there is no past and no future, when there is no time to tick-tock?
You are Being. Time has nothing to do with it. All the conventions of time have nothing to do with it. We share Being, you and I. We simply have Being, and this Being We share.
We cannot say past Being or future Being. Present Being isn't quite accurate either, for Being is Being, and a before or after or any expression of time has nothing to do with Being. We say Being is in the present tense, yet, of course, you understand that when We use language, by definition We can go only so far. Eternity and Infinity have been invented to express the Beingness of no time and no space. Eternity and Infinity, yes, yet no word can ever fully do it. Perhaps you can make up one. Perhaps.
As there is no start and no stop to Beingness, there is no beginning and there is no end. The best We can say is that Being is eternal and infinite. And Being is love, not the often frittering love of the relative world, but the very substance of the world and all the bowl of the Universe. The love of which I speak is a steadier, calmer love. And so love and Being are One, and so love is, and love is all of Ours. Love is all of Me and it is all of you, and so We are Being, the Beingness of love.
You are an arrow that flies through the sky. You are a comet so fast you are not seen. You are swift love, unerring love, constant love that knows nothing but love, just as you feel love in your heart right now, for My words capture your heart and fit your heart in place in the galaxies, where even the galaxies are the stillness of love and the galaxies love you as I love, as you love. There is naught but love.
You catch glimpses of the Beingness of souls. The souls of all on Earth are linked arm in arm, and so become One Soul escalating itself into a dream of Human life. Your soul is stillness. All is stillness. Even all the motion and emotion are stillness. Even frenzy is deeply stillness. All the aberrations are stillness. All the lipstick and all the gold are aberrations of the One Stillness that is harbored in Our hearts, in Our One Heart.
Do not think this is all mixed-up or complicated. One is the simplest of all, and yet One is Wholeness, and One is also all that which is contained in Wholeness. What is Oneness but Wholeness, Allness? What are Wholeness and Allness but Oneness? What goes on in the world then is nothing but REM movements of the eyes, chancellored by the mind, which is also, despite appearances, also Oneness. There is no fracture. There is no separation. There is no Auld Lang Syne. There is love, beloveds, and so today give it.