flight of the butterfly, rising free
As I wake this morning
I feel your side of the bed
And you are again not there
I choke back a tear
Focus on bliss
Embrace your abundance
Create freely
Dream your highest calling
More spiritual sandpaper. Smoothing me. Melding me. Smelting me. I need to remind myself of a few things again....
I am a child of a living and loving God.
I am connected to that God.
I am indeed forged in the Image of God.
God is creator, creation, created.
I am created with and of the stuff of God.
I am creator, creation, created.
God and I and you are one.
The shared perception allows me to communicate with you.
We have agreed on the form of the shared perception we choose to call existence.
Before existence, all was formless.
Before existence, there was no perception of apartness.
Before existence there was only benevolent loving oneness and of-ness.
Except that to have of-ness, there must be of-not-ness, stuff that is separate.
There was never any of-ness, we perceive of-ness only by choice.
In truth, there is only one.
We are one.
You are one.
I am one.
I am.
I.
So creation, began with I, moved to I am, then to I am one.
Only after I am one can I create another.
I create another from the one.
And creation dawns.
Remember?