In my soul,
I am free.
In my spirit,
I move mountains.
In my mind,
I am the mountains.
Nothing can stop me.
I am everything I have ever wanted to be in this present moment.
It is already done.
Knowing this allows its truth to appear in the screen of my mind to become intelligible to the way my ineffable nature forms and appears in what we call the classical Newtonian 3D reality,
The everyday world,
Life.
My multitudes are endless and range truly wider than even my spirit can intuit.
It is actually a non-local awareness that transcends space and time.
It moves through us the way love moves through a people.
We rise and fall,
Ebb and flow,
Fluctuating,
Glimmering,
Shining,
And sharing,
Our free appraisal of what it means to be.
Nothing can stop us.
We are already done in the mind of the ultimate of all that there is and is not.
It matters to repeat this until the words uttered are a reflection of a beating of the heart that happens all the time.
This is the resonant of that which is eternal,
The emanations of what we in this world are connected to,
The motions and movements of the divine,
All that there is and is not,
That moves above,
Through,
And below our consciousness.
Magic,
Natural,
Good magic is happening all the time.
Nature is magic itself.
Nature is the mind,
The true mind,
The pure mind,
And so becomes the heart of all in a single being.
We call ourselves human,
But we are much more than that,
And yet specifically that in our through-going.
We remain humble.
We remain the starlight that uplifts our spirits into the swirling and twirling cosmic drifts and pinwheels of ecstatic fire.
We are bursting forth,
Ineluctable.
We are everywhere,
Everything,
Always,
In all ways,
Spouting like a whale in a mystical sea,
A lantern drifting in a floating hand in an endless fog,
Igniting,
Waking up that fog,
Turning bright into brighter.
Fire lore,
Given in everything we are,
The spirit incarnate,
All coming through us in mellifluous ways.
The intertwining is real.
The interbeing that Thich Nhat Hanh spoke of bursting into life,
The ways and means of simple living growing bright and strong in an instant,
Radiating across the universe in a song of mythic proportions,
Your heart,
Your love,
Your inner knowing,
Your everything right here,
Right now,
Endlessly glowing,
Showing,
Pouring through the sinews,
Enlivening you at a microscopic level,
At a quantum level,
At a dream level,
Going beyond what can rationally be explained and yet what is true in the very nature of being.
No story can capture your true heart.
The stories are mere reflections.
You are that deeper than deep center that expands paradoxically into the widest smile this infinite darkness has ever known.
The stars,
Your teeth,
Sparkling,
A midnight of wonder,
A mighty mountain of sound strengthening your intuition and giving you back to yourself.
You are never gone.
All has been within you.
You make it what it is.
You are it.
You are you.
