Imagine the Dancing
It is a beautiful thing to give love. Everyone I know in the world can use some quiet love, and I know everyone. We can call this love solace.
It is a beautiful thing to give love. Everyone I know in the world can use some quiet love, and I know everyone. We can call this love solace.
You keep looking for answers. You attempt to reason with life. You look for logic. You look for evidence. You look for proof. You look for life to make sense to you.
To be kind without showing you are being kind is a great skill. The way to perfect it is to always be kind. Then no one will feel singled out. Everyone wants kindness, yet no one wants to feel pitied or condescended to. So you must be kind without being conciliatory. It is not that you are being kind to someone. It is that you are always kind. Invariably kind. In every situation you are kind. What a lovely Being you are.
You have read so much. You have heard so much. You have studied. You have sought. You seek still. You know so much, and you know that you are supposed to be happy, and yet happiness eludes you. Rather, happiness weaves in and out of your life.
To love is not second nature. It is your true nature. You are nature. You are the nature you see all around you. Beloveds, you are the fruit of the vine you adore. You see a mirror of yourself everywhere. There is nothing you look at that is not yourself.
There is one race on Earth, beloveds, and it is the Human Race. All the other names and denominations are superficial demarcations, rather like a red dress or brown dress or white dress or A-line or dirndl or sailor dress. A dress is a dress. A Human Being is a Human Being. Let Us better say that a Human Being is a Celestial Being. Angels on Earth are called Human Beings. Deep down, you must already know this is so.
Some days the sun shines brightly, and some days the sky is hazy. Regardless of how the sun appears, the sun is shining all the time, and all the time the sun shines brightly. What the sun filters through makes a difference in how it looks to you. But filters are not the sun. They are filters.
Regret and rue and remorse are all from the past, and this is why you don’t want them to stick around. They hold you to the past, and in the past…
It is the ground of the Great Earth that you walk on. You build your house on it. You grow flowers and fruit and vegetables. Yes, please tend to the Earth that you live on.