From the fullness of My heart, you were born. From the love in My heart, you were born. Unto Me a child was born, and that child birthed from My love is you. You are My chosen child. I have no other. The zillions of you are One. I had one thought, one love, and you were formed as a vine of My love. Your ears heard the sound of angels and birdsong. You heard yourself. You touched the hem of My robe, and the world came into existence. You spoke My Name and did not know it was your own falling from your lips. I created Myself, and I created you, and it is the same as if you created Me and you created yourself. Am I the Tree or are you? Who is the sapling of the other when there is no other?

From what stream of love were you born if not from Mine, and yet although I was always, you yet created Me. You, My beautiful child, flowed with Me into existence, and so the world was born, and so My thoughts went round and round, and you came out of the sounds of My heart.

I placed the orbs of the sun in your eyes to remind you of the light from which you came. I placed love in your heart so you would remember Me and remember yourself, you yourself a love letter from Me, cast upon the world as a letter in a bottle, placed upon the sea of life. And so you washed ashore in order to see the sea from whence you came from the vantage of the shore.

What message from the bottle have you wrested? From the sea you came, and yet you throw stones into the sea from the shore as if to determine the essence of the sea, and you watch the ripples and you hear the sounds of the waves lapping the shore, much to the rhythm of My heart placed in yours.

You are on a voyage, and yet you are on land. You are the discoverer of unmarked territory. This is your life you discover. You keep finding out about it. You keep discovering more. All the continents are within you. You are the darkest Africa, and you are the sunniest Bahamas. Everything in and out of sight is within you. You are your own companion, and you are beyond compare. What in the whole universe of the world is like you? Only I, only I AM.

What secret will you wrest from your heart today?

What has been foretold, and what have you gleaned?

In what orchard is your heart planted? What is the fruit of your heart?

How do you count the impulses of your heart, and where do they go, and where do they lead, and where do they follow?

What does it mean when the sky is overcast and the sun is hidden and yet shines as always, never daunted? What does it mean when the sun shines, and you don't see it? What does it mean when it is night and the sun shines still, even when you are asleep, and even when you dream a dream of the sun shining or the moon sturdy receiving the light of the sun and giving it back?

And what does it mean when you do not know the meaning of all that you mean to say and know so well?

What parts Oneness in the imagination of My One Child cast upon the waters of life? Drink, beloved, drink of the waters of love and never mind the rest, for from love you have come, and love you are, a love-bearing tree, ripe, ready to give your nectar back to Me as a ship returns to its point of origin, and docks on the shore of Heaven. And then you, the Captain, walk right into the heart of Heaven and find yourself there waiting for the Second Coming and discover you have been it all along.