The act of being a human Being doesn’t strike you as a walk in the park, yet, here you are. Here you are, a high flier without an airplane. There are many ways to describe the process of living on Earth as a human being.
You can describe yourself as an innocent. You can describe yourself as up a creek. You can describe yourself as an angel without wings. An angel misplaced. An innocent hapless bewildered spirit thrown into the wilds in a human body, seemingly fending for yourself in a foreign land that often makes no sense to you, as if you had been thrown into the middle of an arcane mystery novel where clues are not easy to find.
You may feel that you started off on the wrong foot, yet what is the right foot?
You would like to be free, yet you also want boundaries. You may not like them, yet boundaries can catch you in case you fall.
Then I come in and tell you that Life on Earth is not to be taken so seriously when, right now, so far as you can see and hold onto, this is the only Life you have. This Life you have is serious to you.
Beloveds, be as light as air. I personally am body-less, and yet, wow, how powerful and Eternal and Infinite am I. So are you. So are you.
Given that you are a stranger in a strange land, let’s take another look at Life.
Of course, you like blue skies with sweet powder puffs of white wispy clouds. You like to see rays of the sun filtering through trees. You love flowers in bloom and to sniff them. You love to see a perfectly round full moon and you love to see a tiny crest of a moon as well even as you know the Moon Itself is always full.
Remember to look up at the Moon and the Stars. There are sights and sounds and tastes and touch and scents that give you pleasure. Yes, there are the little things in Life. Be sure to notice them, and know that you are capable of great pleasure in what the world may call little things.
How you have sorted Life into big and little, favorable or unfavorable, good or bad. What if you didn’t? What if you are in reality an artist who paints dark pictures and yet find exquisiteness in the dark as well as in bright sunshine with golden leaves?
Are not darkening clouds also beautiful? And a mixed sky, one side dark and crowded, and another side with pockets of light. Even when the sky is all dark and thunder rolls in and rain pounds, you know that the Sun nevertheless shines somewhere and that it will be fully visible to you again. Hands hold hands. And God is in Heaven, and God is on Earth.
There is beauty in winter in cold. There is beauty in every season. There is Beauty. There is God-given Beauty, and you can see it through your eyes. There is beauty in everything. There is beauty in you. Beckon beauty to you.
I won’t ask you: “Where is there not beauty?” I won’t ask you for never do I wish you to look for where beauty is not.
There is beauty in a lifetime. There is beauty in your lifetime. There is beauty in death when eyes close for the last time that trip, and the spirit rises to Heaven. To think of Heaven! You do know that Life Continues -- even as you don’t accept this. Dear Ones, you will let go of your allegiance to Earth. You will transcend death of the body not for the first time.
There are Infinite Aspects of Beauty, and they are all for you to behold no matter where you happen to think you are.