You are larger than the globe you live on. You are on top of the world. We can say that you carry the Earth around within you. You are pregnant with the Earth, and you give birth to it. We can say that your legs are embedded in the Earth, and you are the streams and the rivers that mark the map of Earth. You are inextricably embellished in the globe of the world.

Or We can say that you carry the golden ball of the Earth in front of you, and you bounce it from time to time.

We can say the Earth is a tom-tom you beat.

We can say the Earth is a picture you are drawing. Your thoughts are the crayons you draw with. You listen for your Muse and mistakenly think that it is outside you.

The Earth is like an oval egg that spins itself into roundness.

The whole universe is spinning, and you are the spinner. You twirl it on the tip of your finger. It weighs little in your hand, but is heavy on your shoulders. Think of yourself as one who plays with the ball of Earth. Then enjoy it.

Think of the Earth as a Yellow Sun that is cool to the touch. Think of the Earth as bright yellow, golden even, and you hold it to you. The pulsating Earth becomes your heart. We will return to this theme.

How did the Earth come to be, and you be on it?

Just as each of you has your own place in My light, each of you holds the planet Earth to himself. The Earth does belong to you. You are a sculptor, and the Earth is a your ball of clay. Warm it with your hands. Form it as you will. Shape it well.

Consider the Earth your heart. It is your heart seemingly out there. It is a projection of your heart. Your heart is mighty. Your heart is compelling. You have compelled the Earth so you could dance on it. The Earth is your dance floor, and you are the dancer who dances upon it.

The world takes shape according to your dance. You weave the Earth as you weave across it. You and the Earth become One. You are already One with Me.

You turn somersaults on Earth. You span the Earth in one step. Wherever you stand, that is the top of the world. The world does not really exist, but We can say it does, and that you are its navel.

We can say that the Earth is the lens you look through. Wherever you look, you see semblance to yourself. You are not like the Earth. The Earth is like you.

At night you cannot see, and yet all is illuminated. And you are illuminated. You are the Earth's Moon. What an interspatial relationship you have! Your relationship to the Earth is very intimate. It is supremely intimate.

You are the child of Earth, and Earth is your child. Isn't that how it is? You cannot tell Me in truth that it is otherwise. There is no otherwise. There is Oneness.

You are a Marching Band. You traverse the Earth. You play marching music, and all join with you high-stepping through life on Earth. You are marching on Earth as you make your way to Heaven.

It is an extravaganza, this life you portray on Earth. It is a play, and there is no ending to it. Life has plot, yet it has no plot at all. It has stories, but they are never finished. There is always a loose thread. Life is a dream, a dreamless dream. You stake your claim on a claimless Earth the way you stick a toothpick into an hors d'oeuvre — then one swallow and it is gone. So passes a life on Earth.