Unto you, I serve. I am for you. You are made for Me, and I am made for you. You are a fledgling. Our One Heart is at play. I, God, am One. Made of many Names in the world, I never stop Being. I am Eternal and Growing and made of many Names, and I also am known by your Name. As you come closer to the non-configuration of Me, am I the Flower and you the blossom?
Am I the Burst of Color of the Rose, and you the Shade of Color of Rose that I Am?
It is said that I am the Word. It could be that I am also the Language, and from the Language, a Word falls from Heaven at the moment you drop to Earth and from which you arise, and Words become an Expression of Life and Love and cries of Joy. Can Heaven be the antonym of Wilderness?
Is there something the matter with using the word Wilderness? Is it possible that Wilderness signifies unpopulated Nature that is sufficient unto itself without footsteps in the sand and snow?
Surely you know you are more than bones and gristle from which the World and you are known and made. Surely you are the Magnificence of Oneness.
Am I the Tree and you the Leaf, yet if We are One, how can you be less than the Tree? What is the Name of the Tree that I am and you also are? Can We (I) be the beautiful Cherry Tree that blossoms and you (I) the Blossoms, or are We, the One of Us, the whole Cherry Tree or can you be the cherry itself on top of the cake?
What if there are no words in any language to express the Unitedness of Oneness? You might feel a loss.
Am I the Wind that blows, and you the Breeze that blows as well and blows back like Waves in the Ocean, and therefore you are, indeed, the Ocean, and waves do not exist separately from the Ocean.
What does Oneness look like? You do know what Oneness feels like. You have experienced it. You have felt its Exhilaration. You also know what Being feels like. You know its Fragrance as a Sense of Remembrance of Being. This pause in non-existent time and space is exhilarating, and you truly are free of all boundaries. Neither happiness nor unhappiness exist. This Fullness of Nothingness is known by the Name of Infinity, yet, how can Infinity know Itself, or is it that Infinity knows only Self, and that brings us back to God and Beingness and the Fullness of Self and all the Love in the World that is too often despaired of.
Does sense have to be made of Life? Love is to be made of Life. Rather, Love is the Only Real. Existence IS Love. There would be no Life without the Existence of Love, this Love that is beyond Words and, yet, Words can only come from Love that so desires to express itself, yes, even in Words and the Sounds of Words.
Is the Sound of Words their meaning? What are the five Senses doing in this Land named Earth? How did Earth arise and you find yourself in it, that which you call here? Or is Earth there somewhere, or is Earth more accurately nowhere at all?
Is Nothingness really Everything? Can there be an Everything? If so, where can Everything be touched except within where no boundaries exist?
Certainly, within and not outside is where you and I exist, and We exist as One and flourish. In the Heart, Beloveds. In the Heart.