has anything become too much

has anything become too much? to be focused with the moment of creating truth, love, consciousness in each interaction, for every being with aspiration, to be the example of the qualities that define the process, without speaking, this is forever, this has no end, no completion, for the work is never done. whatever was planned or scheduled or arranged is just the dressing on the window never the light that comes through the glass that must be shined brightly before anything else is required. the morning the evening all hours surround the work patterned like roses in a garden, each at their appointed time in the rhythms of nature, the bud coming forth, then opening to the light in its own pattern its perfect light shining down. the place is never taken where we sit to pray and work and imagine, for everything is the product of inspiration there is no effort to the true will of the divine for all water flows unimpeded to its resting nature of oceans filled and deep beyond knowing. there resides the purpose and the plan the matrix of knowledge and affinity, the plasticity of being in the universal and holding each heart without trembling or desire.all is the unspeakable truth and the inexhaustible love that surrounds everything and cannot be touched but only felt. whatever was the moment that brought this to its expression, that followed and molded and turned and returned to bring light through these unseen eyes filled with such vision that no one can see but they know that only one life is lived and all lives follow the path of devotion and no cruelty is greater than love found at last destroying all notion that anything was ever left behind or lost only cast forth into the sea always returning in every wave and drop falling on such barren soil where this life flowers to wander freely and all else awaits the light that never sleeps.