Lookup, my darling, lookup.

After I hear Him, this house I’m in, at this plain picket desk, this window with the cobwebs on the nook of the steel display screen, this delicate rumble of washer, this scent of moist canine close to my toes, I research the room, in search of clues for what’s completely different.

All is completely different? No, all is identical.

However in that place deep inside me, what’s completely different is that I’m nonetheless. Not nervous or fearful. Not anxious or drained. My physique, held on this temporal existence of house and time, feels my lungs filling with air, my thoughts captivated by my coronary heart’s calling: Sure, you’re right here, and greater than right here.

The place the water laps round me, my physique floating, drifting with the rolls of the waves.

Immersed in magnificence, sure. Immersed in Me.

When night time falls, the bottom moist with rain, I soar barefoot over puddles, a bag of trash clutched in my hand.

Lookup.

I see You. I really feel You.

Inhale. Exhale. Put the bag within the rubbish bin, my eyes mounted on the black sky, the wild glistening of stars.

The One Who Loves teaches me concerning the water, the fantastic thing about its holding me—physique, thoughts, and coronary heart—so I float within the waves. Turbulence or stillness, chaos or peace, I follow letting the water immerse me.

I follow staying immersed.

I follow letting Magnificence maintain me.

I follow discerning presence.

I follow the fact of being awake, attentive, desperate to take in and stay.

And I let Him maintain me within the waves.

Maybe it’s Creativeness, my expensive buddy, who helps me see myself in them. However as I immerse in these waves, the expertise is greater than Creativeness’s type of seeing. The immersion is realizing. The immersion is proper now. The immersion is Love holding me, educating me to be right here, coronary heart open, arms empty.

I really feel you.

Water, Water, transfer via me.

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