I sit in a rocking chair, and the whole world spins out from Me. I rock, and the world issues forth its plaudits, and all the beautiful rising and dawning of the Sun occurs. Stars pop out. They wink and say: "Look at me. I'm here." The moon yawns and turns itself in many ways, covering itself in a white blanket or peeking from under it. The moon is a clock that makes time in the moonlight.
The Sun says that the Moon is really a reflection of the Sun. What does it matter? The Sun and the Moon are both beautiful. It is not a contest. Neither looks in the mirror. Both enjoy their silent-seeming movement, and you enjoy the Sun and the Moon, even as you take them for granted.
Their light dances upon the seas. The seas make waves in order to catch the light. The waves and the light splash and make happy their days and nights. There is great accord, how waves and light go in and out and up and down in varying tempos, varying their displays. The seas do not do their dance of light for show, yet they are pure entertainment. They store the Sun and the Moon and take them out one after the other.
There is light in your eyes, and your teeth sparkle like the Moon. You wear a yellow medallion unaware that it is emblematic of the Sun. The Earth is round, and your cheeks are round, and your knees are knobby or round. There are shapes.
Sounds created themselves so they could be heard. They knock themselves out and take different sizes and forms, some louder, some softer, some high, some low, sweet chariots of music. The wind and trees compose, and all listen.
At the right angle, even the sounds of cars on the road make a kind of music, and it too is beautiful. Music surrounds.
As I rock in my chair and treadle the world, what shall I say about My children. Like music, like colors, they shape themselves and have their own tone. Amazingly, there are no two alike. Never was. Never will be. There are so many variations of the One. How is it that not every branch of My tree is adored? Even in the mix, how can one particle of My Oneness not be adored?
You create yourself with every ring of the bell, and you come out fighting. Who or what do you fight but yourself? You are the whole gamut. You tell yourself stories while I rock you in My arms. What an imagination you have!
Your tales are like string unwinding and going around corners. You decorate a Christmas tree. You are adding beauty to the world. I rock in a rhythm you may not quite catch. You hold Me responsible for your not hearing. I gave you ears. I gave you everything. Hear Me now.
You are the love of My life. You exist for Me, and I for you, this imagined you who swims with the whales and the dolphins. You put on a swimming cap and goggles and move the ocean. It gets out of the way for you. You make your way through it, and you kick it with your feet.
The ocean doesn't mind. It likes you to swim in it. The ocean is like the whales and the dolphins it makes a home for, for the Ocean too likes to play and amuse all.
I rock in a rocking chair, and I treadle with My feet, and you are fast catching up to Me. You are fast catching on to Me. You are fast suspecting what you and I are doing together as We make this world what it has always wanted to be.