Can you feel the world fitting into your heart? It is as if your heart gives birth to the world, as if the world sprang from your heart. Certainly the world does begin and end in your heart and mind, for the world occupies them. Yes, this big balloon of a world occupies your attention far more than I do. That's all right. That's fine. The world is here for you to ponder over. It is like your experiment, and you try to put it together.

You spend a lot of life trying to make sense of things.

I, your Father in Heaven and on Earth, am in a different realm and cannot be configured. But the world is the puzzle, and you try to fit the pieces.

The realm of Heaven has no pieces, so how can you even try to put the pieces together? Heaven and I are imponderable, just as you are imponderable. Certainly, Heaven and I cannot be solved when there is nothing to solve. Wholeness is complete and cannot be taken apart. You have spent a lot of time taking the world apart.

The world has been sorted into pieces. There are even imagined things like countries and provinces! Pictures are drawn of these fantasies and sold as maps. But who can draw a picture of Heaven? Why, Heaven is too vast. Who can draw a picture of love? Love is too vast too. Who can analyze the unanalyzable?

That which seems so far away from you is the closest to you. So close to you, you hardly see. Every day you walk across the carpet of love, yet your attention is elsewhere. You may even be desiring such a carpet, unaware that you already walk on it.

Let the world burst forth from your heart and mind as the beautiful gift that it is. No longer do you look for its defects and play them up. Now you look for that carpet and the design of it. Does it not flow? Is not this carpet of love the magic carpet talked of in the fairy tales? The magic carpet is more true than all the woven rugs in the world, and yet the beauty and utility of woven carpets in the world also serve. They soften your footfall. They remind you of beauty. Now, whenever you see or tread upon a carpet, remind yourself of the magic carpet of love that holds the world together. I hold this carpet at one end, and you hold it on the other.

The world, beloveds, means to roll itself out for you. The grass you walk on, the twigs, all are to make your journey lovely. The trees whisper to you of love, and the flowers beckon you, asking to be picked, asking to be put in your lapel or into a vase for your lady, all a reminder of the love the world is made of. Even sidewalks and the hum of traffic are to remind you of the vitality and love of life, the life that you weave by how you walk in the world.

Did you not know that you create the world by the steps you take? Have you forgotten that you are the weaver of the world? You are the one who makes one carpet of love. It is you who will now not leave out even one thread. You are the warp and the woof of the world. Love the world you weave. Do somersaults on it! Express joy, and your carpet is woven. Covering the whole world, now you weave a golden carpet wending its way to Heaven. Here, I'll help you.