arise and devour the moment, unlit, darkened by nights refusal to leave, morning awaits with every promise but holding back, not ready to awaken, yet the heart trembles with delight for another day comes and all that is wanted will be there. the food, the sensations, the chatter and interplay of friends. what is life but the singular enjoyment and the working for pleasure where there is nothing. creation is living, bringing the heart into the world, agreeing that this is the moment, the-i am-here-ness, there is nothing else but all of this and what grand illusion is created each instant where there was nothing now love inhabits and manifests its magic. as the mind thinks and turns its attention so does the universe, for each soul is connected to the center of all creation and to its magical power to bring dreams into the stuff of life and fill it with unimaginable beauty. the heart cannot contain its joy as the universe creates all it can ever want everywhere it looks. as the poorest dreams so does the rich man and both are rewarded instantly and completely. what is missing is the intention and consciousness of the creating force within that directs the manifestation without. all things are but the whispers of the divine to entrance the being and fulfill every moment all that can possibly be desired. be not attached for everything is yours and is not, nothing remains but the memory that fades and all becomes the stuff that life is made of. you bring yourself and become that which you desire, on and on and on until only the desire remains and who is feeling is gone, lost in the pile of possessions and more. let loose everything and wash clean the creating tablet of your soul. imagine the universe perfect and all within beings of eternal light embracing the heart of love and filled with the consciousness of endless being.
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