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.

You want to change it.

You want to make it something else.

Instead, change complaint to joy.

Complaint and joy take the same amount of energy.

It is just a little switch from complaint to joy.

You say you want freedom.

Yet you desire a designed bounded path.

You want a little path like on a Piggly-Wiggly game board with only flowers along it.

You want to know the curves and extent of the path.

Perhaps you want to arrive and skip the journey.

But it is the journey that is life.

You want to skip life, for you have judged it, and found it wanting.

Perhaps you want only 10% of it.

If you could just reach a little further, you think, but arrival is a little out of reach. It always appears ahead of you.

Perhaps there is none. No arrival. No destination.

Perhaps it is the reaching that is the destination.

This must be so because destination of itself implies a later time, a future that is not now, but it is the now that reaches. There is no later.

There is no distance. Distance means later also.

There is universe, and you are in it.

You see yourself as a dot on it.

You see yourself at a point on it.

And you want to move to another point.

But only the physical moves to a point.

Only the physical has lines for demarcation.

There are no maps for Heaven, for you are not separate from it.

There is you, and there is I.

Reach in.

Enough reaching out.

Reach within, for everything is within.

There is no without.

That is illusion.

There is nothing outside you.

You are the perceptor of what you perceive.

Your perception creates what you perceive.

Surely if you can perceive a tree as real, you can perceive the Real as a tree or as you or as Me.

Look beneath the surface.

Here it is: There is no surface.

There is only interior.

There is only the perceiver that sees surface.

You look out too much.

You look in one direction, but there is no direction. Out there exists only in your perception.

Perceive Truth.

At least have an awareness of Truth's existence.

I want to say, "Move over closer to Me." In fact, I do say it, but it is a metaphor, for you are already so close to Me that no distance exists and We are One. There is no close or far. There is no moving. There is no arriving. No destination. All is here.

We are One Interior, you and I.

You can only breathe with My breath.

You can only think it is yours.

No one breathes without My breath.

My eyes are behind yours.

No, they are within yours.

Ignore My eyes no longer.

Let your vision expand.

Your vision can include all, for Mine certainly does.

Envision love without boundary.

Envision light until there is only Light.

Envision yourself as the Being you are.

Perceive.

Perceive Truth.