The Dance of Life

God said:

In all Beings, I see your face, beloved. And it is Mine. I see Myself everywhere, and soon enough, you will see Me everywhere, and then We are truly One in perception as well as in gallant Truth. "We are One" is three words, but Our Oneness is wordless.

Probably the one word "Love" comes the closest. The one word "Love" itself brings closeness.

Who does not want to be close to love? Who does not want to be in love? We are in love together, you and I. We bask in the Sun of Love as One. One is never alone because Love is abundant. Waves of love keep lapping up against the shore of Love. We are One indivisible. There is no breech in Oneness, and yet I am particularized in you, so it seems. So it seems. It's just that I move so fast and broadly, you see a quick glimpse of Me and you call that "you" or someone else who answers to a name other than God.

All that you see is I. Every voice you hear is Mine. Every message is from Me. Sometimes My messages get garbled. Even so, My love lies within garbled messages. They are still My messages, only garbled.

There is nothing in which My meaning cannot be found. It can be found in you. You are the echo of My heart, and you are also My heart. No matter what else may have inserted itself into your heart, yours is a heart of love, and I am the love in your heart. Even when your heart is dismayed, your heart is still Mine undismayed.

I embrace you now. I cover you with My love from which you are made. So Love covers Love with Love, and Love knows Itself.

Snow is snow, is it not? Flakes of snow are still snow. Snowballs are snow. Falling snow, shoveled snow, unwalked on snow, muddied snow, snowmen — are still snow. Melted snow is snow melted. A form of snow is still snow. Only some forms of snow are not as valued as others. They may not be recognized as snow. And yet all snow falls from Heaven. All snow is a gift from Heaven whether recognized as such or not.

As well, the vapors of all snow rise to Heaven.

Everything in the universe is My breath. I breathe in and out. Everything is ushered from My mouth. Hush, you will hear My breathing. You will hear it as an onrush of Love. I breathe Love in and out, but never take it away. I breathe Love into your eyes now so that you may see as I see. I wash your eyes with Love so that Love may be evident to you. Look at the light in the mirror more than those imagined features you see there.

My light is filtered through the moonlight. My light is wrapped around everything in Creation. You are enrapt in My love. Will you accept that now? Will you accept that you are My love, that you are Love in all its perceived forms, even though Love is formless? Even so, it has many expressions.

There are many poems on Love, but there is only One Love.

There are many stories of Love, but there is only One Love.

There are many lights in the sky that are called stars, but there is solely One Light in the whole of Creation. Multiplied or magnified, it is still One Light.

And so I love Myself with abandon, and that is called the Dance of Life. I dance with Myself, and you think I dance with you.