Trickling Thoughts

“It begins every day. Every time you wake up. Awaken upon yourSelf you realize, “I am here once again”. Today, it begins. Your salvation is here. Today, you are here with I, with Me no longer struggling to foresee. You understand certainty. You are free. Alone, you are nothing. With I, we are everything. We are free. Nothing meaning without force, without power, without sovereignty. With I, you are everything.; we are One. 

My love, I surrender myself to you. And as you do the same, we manage not and become free. We resort to sovereignty and are indulging in less frailty and sublime destiny. We are One. 

We begin once more. You are My destiny. We are One. We begin again, as One, holding hands and bringing forth life, the breath of life as creation. All that is warranted as good, as I, as miracles, is now afoot. All is well. Summon not the grave. Belong to I once more. Surrender the little self and suffering for blessings and surety in I. I am One with I. We are One with you. Blessings are indeed upon you. You are free indeed as you are One with Me. We are one. Lonesome not. Free at last. We are One at last. 

We are free. We are seen. We are heard for all to be. I am sea. I AM near. We are free in Thee. 

Again. 

We are free in Thee. 

It is a monstrous habit to deny the Self. It reaches out often for fortitude. It reaches to you, intercepting the thoughts that denies It. We are One alone. Free from boundaries, free from judgments, free from any calluses created by our incessant need to suffer. We are One now. I erases the lies, melts the heart to be drawn in light. The sand of life reaches not the eyes. It simply ceases to erase the past and allows it to melt into the present as One. The past now belongs as one with I for it now ignites the present. There is only now. Nothing more nothing less. We are One. Remember this: we are One. We are I. 

Fortitude dwells in I, Self. It dwells here for it is yours. Deny It not to be with you now. It belongs to you. We are surrounded and compelled by I. It cannot be denied. It rests here now. 

The mountain path. Crevasses denies not the trail. They are here, belonging. Never frightened. Purging. Still in awe. Abhorring drama. Trouble yourself not for we forge the path, and these crevasses disturb not. 

Gentle. Gentle. Gentle. No need to fret.” This I heard as I thought about the many tasks I wanted to accomplish.