breathing
The Earth Breathes with You
Words are one thing, reality another. There are no words for Reality. Words are attempts to describe. But words cannot describe the Indescribable. The Indescribable cannot be described, but it can be recognized. Even a glimpse gives you recognition.
You have layers of awareness. Sometimes you use the words before you have the awareness. Awareness cannot be fetched, but it can be welcomed.
When God Is at Your Side
I say, "I AM." I say, "I am right here." I say, "I am always right here." I say, "You have Me always, beloveds."
Beloveds, you live in many worlds. It doesn't matter where your body is, and it doesn't matter where your mind is. I am totally absolutely right here with you. I am as near to you as your breath. We are so vital and vibrant to each other. We are the same breath. Who breathes your lungs in and out, you or I? Who can separate Us? Neither you nor I.
God Paints a Picture
Breathe with the Breath of God.
Think of it.
You breathe God.
With every breath, you breathe Me in.
See with the Light of God.
Be it.
Be My Light.
Relish all as I do relish all.
This is a lesson in the illusion of reciprocity.
In or out, to or fro, does not matter.
East, west, north, south, all direction is Mine.
All is I.
I painted a picture.
Is it not My picture I painted?
Love was My medium.
I painted life.
And you would redesign My painting.
You do complain about it.
Not good enough, you say.