Unknowable Isness
Cactus flowers in my garden The Child heart of us is filled with the mystical songs of love. We turn around and find the Child again, and we are unleashed, feeling the Presence of this Infinite Mind of God being Everything that is. The heart knows. The tender, open heart knows this Unknowable Isness is being All That Is. The pristine Child lives the sublime balance between this tangible world scene and the All Inclusive Something that is the Source of all – things. The Child joy’s in the delight of this pure sweet pleasure of living this Mystery. I see nothing but infinity and I...
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Orange blossoms in my garden Life immerses us in Its holiness, It’s Infinite Knowing as the very living beauty that sustains all things. Love is the way of this Life we are. God is here as Life Itself. We are the pure Light of a Divine and Perfect Intelligence. Trusting ourself, this is the Way. This Light within the Heart and Soul of us is our Divine Heritage. Follow your own Inner guidance. You know, trust your Self, you are wed to the Light of Intelligence. It is within you. Love will lead the way. God is the very Substance of All That Is. Ours is to find this Light within our Self...
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Apple blossoms in my garden I find myself in a mystical place right here in the middle of the world I live in. This veil between worlds was lifted. I am in this mysterious secret garden, this other dimension, but I am still here in the world. It was just a slight shift, a soft gentle shift in perspective. Now I see how perfect it all is. I am playing in this harmonious Timeless Reality with you. I am a little girl again. And I am in love with it all, including you. I’m buoyed by this unobstructed view, this holy vision, living the Eternal Identity I Am. Life is perfect just the...
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Evening Light – Sandy Jones No, it doesn’t matter to me, it all makes my heart sing. Such lovely fabric gets torn but I really don’t care, the beauty remains. Beauty, like love, is made of holy stuff, it is forever and cannot be lost. This heart of mine, it knows its own infinity and everlasting light. This gossamer heart knows. It makes no difference. My joy is here, this, the pure sheer pleasure of this living Mystery. I see your magical smile through the delicate threads and the silky wisps of love’s laughter. Here in this wondrous feeling of my own untamed beauty,...
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Garden Picnic – Sandy Jones Taking the wandering path, leaving the restricted roads of the old world behind. The pure heart of knowing leads us on. Opening the gate and skipping for joy into the Meadow where the sunlight shines bright and warm. We remember this sweet place, we feel the freedom with happy hearted delight. Like little kids at a birthday party, friends and crepe paper spun pink and yellow, so alive with eager little feet racing toward the new day. The old man steps aside, we have unlocked the gate to run free, heart open, in love and unconcerned, as the fading...
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