I am ever watching you dream on and on into reality. You land on some landscape inside the stronghold of your heart. There is no love there, only life. No power, only connection. God lives there. The door is unlocked. Your secret fantasies are coming true. The more you listen, the more you wander inside your heart, the vaster your positive influence becomes. You are a rose in bloom, deepening majesty with every scent you release. There is no room left for hunger; your heart is already a tabernacle of light. The doors are open. The mirrors reflect the sun in a thousand directions.
The eagle stands guard here. No one is allowed to enter except you and God, which means everyone already has entered and lives there eternally. Step out of the lie that you think you discover more of yourself every day. You already know who you are. You have been here before. You know this place, this silent abode of secrets. Let the secrets move you like they used to when you were a child of stone. Do not dream of saving the world - you will become used up and tire of your work. Dream instead of planting seeds. Cast them widely and freely. Be as you are with no pretense at saving anyone, and people will notice the light you carry. Intermingle with everyone. Choose not to refuse but to include. For you are not separate, my love, no. Your heart was made for this. Your life was built out of your own body. You are made of mostly empty space, tingling, vibrating, pulsating. Your whole being is but a speck of dust on an unaddressed envelope, yet your feelings and intonations can rumble a thousand mountainsides.
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