Let your life be an aria sung for all its worth. It may seem that you sing a solo, but in truth you are supported by a great orchestra and conductor, and there are great beholders of you that can be called an audience.

And at every moment, you have an audience with Me. We meet regardless of whatever song you sing. We do not meet. We are met. We have accompanied each other, never parted, always together. You are My instrument of love. My heart is the harp you play. You sing your song, and you play it on My heart. You have no heart separate from Mine. Your song is a reverberation of Mine. You are the ripples of My heart. You go through motions. You have great imaginings, and yet you have never departed from My heart. My heart encompasses yours. My heart is bigger and greater than the whole universe, and yet, even so, My heart fits in yours. Behold, My heart. Look within and find it.

The Kingdom of Heaven is your habitat. You just don’t see where you are. You have been caught up in a whirlwind called life on Earth. And all the time, you are nowhere but in My heart, and I am ensconced in yours. I lie in a hammock in your heart. Your little peccadillos do not disturb Me. I am awake, and I watch the scenes with you. The scenes played out do not lodge in My throat as they do yours. You dance around while I stay still in your heart. I am wise, and wise to the ways of the world. I see the small playground you have made for yourself. I see the fences. But I, Who am seated in your heart, also see into your heart. I, Who look into your eyes, see the unboundedness that lies within them.

Imagine all the borders you presently see disappearing. Imagine the walls melting away, and you find you are at the horizon spread out before you, and Heaven is only a handclasp away. Now you find you are in the middle of Heaven. You are surrounded by Heaven. You never were a distance away. You are merged with Heaven, and you seem to emerge from it full-blown, and yet how do you emerge from that which stays with you? You are in the midst of Eternity, only a mist of your singular thought kept your awareness away. You are in the Land of Plenty. And it is all within you. It is you yourself that surrounds Heaven. The Truth of you is bigger than all of Heaven. You are the consciousness of Heaven. There is no departing from it. All of Heaven is contained within you. The imagined world disappears. And you appear to yourself. I appear to you, and you catch on that you are looking into a mirror of yourself. You were made in My image, and now you see yourself. And it is I. I am found. I am God sitting in your heart, waiting for you to find Me, and now you have, and now the circle is complete, and now We begin. We begin that which We never ceased.

There is no path to Heaven, and there is no path from it. There is no entrance nor exit. There is your pondering, that’s all. There is you exploring the unexplorable. There is you searching for gold when you are the gold. Your search is ending. It is ending the only way it can, and that is with discovery. You are finding the end of the rainbow, and it’s you.