The Diving Board of Love
You and I take a walk together, and We find ourselves where We started. We have traveled from nowhere to nowhere in non-time that may be called the beginning. There is no beginning, and there is no ending. There is no start and stop. There is. There never was a not. We could walk a million miles, and yet there are no miles to walk.
We stay still, yet that does not mean that We are at a standstill. We are stillness moving without motion. We are like the sun that is always out and never goes in and yet goes deep. We are the Vastness of Eternity.
You only think you are a body. When you were a baby, your little fingers and toes were kissed, and you came to believe that fingers and toes were the extent of you. The limits were set. Exceedingly, you extend much farther than your body, all these molecules that flesh you out. You are greater than a body. You are greater than the whole extant world. You are Myself falling into place.
You believe yourself to be a body, yet you are body-less. In the same way, you have a vocabulary, you have a list of words yet where are words, and where do they exist? Even though there are encyclopedias and dictionaries, even though there are words you love, even though We speak in words, where do words exist? Show Me one. Meaning is wordless. Words are of time and space the way bodies are, and yet time and space do not exist. They are a convention.
We speak, and what we speak is as if to say. This whole world that you matriculate in is a big "as if to say."
What you call practical does not even exist. There is practice. You are practicing being in a body. You take a course in being a human being in a body, and yet it is a courseless course. You are taking a course in finding out who and what you truly are and what life is, and what life is beyond the ephemeral body.
You do not abide on Earth. You seem to abide on Earth, and yet Earth, this Mother Earth that you love, does not exist. It seems to exist. Books have been written about it, and yet it is all myth, a beautiful myth, a delectable myth, yet myth nevertheless, a dimension of the mind.
You are many-dimensioned, and yet you are beyond dimension.
I am practical. I am the most practical there is, and yet I have no body. I am part of you and yet beyond the framework you tend to see yourself in. I am invisible, and yet I am the Doer, and I do your bidding even as you may do Mine. On this level, it is all thought.
On another level, it is all love, and your heart is blossoming. Your heart is bursting through all imagined barriers. You seemingly lost your heart so you could find it, though, of course, your heart has gone nowhere, only into a kind of biding itself until you are ready to take off, ready to jump off the diving board of love. You are on the cusp of your heart revealing all of itself, revealing itself to you. You will be in wonder of this beautiful heart that you and I share, the beautiful amaryllis of your heart. It is as if your heart has never come out. An amaryllis blooms seldom, yet Our heart blooms forever, for We are Eternal.
Reach beyond your grasp. Of course, this is the lesson. Reach beyond your grasp, for what you have thought is your grasp is not it at all.
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