I speak this morn about your true heritage
it is a state of joy…
different than pleasure for pleasure is temporal…
a state of joy is your home
you have never left this home you have just put on an earth
space suit for the experience
yet all of home is with you now...
always and forever you live within this bubble of love…
thus you are contained within a “state of joy eternally”....
it is available to you always for it is you, the real you,
the one seemingly “behind the veil”...
you can engender this feeling of home whenever you so choose…
so today let us engender this feeling with a simple choice
find a flower, any flower -- go and be with it…
wonder about it…
it has contained within it all knowledge appearing as a flower
it blooms in its perfect moment,
its colors allow the diversity of love’s song to be witnessed
it brings pleasure to the eye for those who would behold it…
it is YOU appearing as a flower
so, speak with you...
tell you how grateful you are for its willingness to appear
as a flower for your enjoyment this day
remind it that you recognize it as yourself
and then remind yourself that you are as perfect as the flower
how could this not be true???
it is a reflection of you
to stay in joy is to live heaven on earth
each morn choose to spend time in this way
witness yourself in all the beauty and song of nature
spend time within in communion with your SELF
thanking your SELF for this gift of life on this grand blue planet
every joy filled thought you feel is felt by all in some way
this is how you serve love…
by feeling it and then those feelings extend from my palms
and I send them out on the wings of the dove for all to witness
trust me this is so….
radiate your joy, my beloved one
Jeshua/denisa
today i celebrate a hurricane
the winds of hanna blow
and swirl the leaves about
i stand and let the wind
delight my being with its strength
the rain pelts down and
i feel joy in the cooling water upon my face
trees bend, with one breaking,yet
all is joy
no harm can come
when i embrace the strength of wind
as my own and know it blows
by my consent and for my joy
michael
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