FIRST, TO MYSELF  

After the rain came I found myself the possessor of a quiet mind. I still see the outer picture but it follows the inner stream of thoughts that brings renewal and I am now that which brings renewal to myself.

 I am the garden in the mind of God.  I am what the Divine Gardener grew for Itself.  I am that and I am my gift to myself and I can take heart that this is so.  There is no turmoil within my soul nor bitterness in my soil.  No acrid and vile earth takes my thoughts and seeds them, making bad things grow.  I need not watch my every thought and rethink it to please the world; to sound like others.

I can take time and settle into only the quiet that is me and let it speak.  I need not renounce the smallest ounce of being my gentle self my soul presents me with.  I need not say those things long thought important by others, those things of no consequence.  I can let my inner knowing speak.  At least, to myself.  And when I have spoken long enough and truthfully enough to have heard myself, others will gather round and listen too.  But first, to myself; a company of one.  This is more than enough.  This is the right amount.  This is what is needed.  My own company.  My own companionship.  I can speak of things I’ve not dared before.  And I can hear my self.

 Within me is the self I came here with. The self with inner knowing of the silent world that is my beloved home.  The self that stands steady on the keel of a ship going where it sees the skies are open to dimensions fit for joy.  I was born with a living soul and a joyful heart that promises fulfillment of every longing in my dreams.  A happy child am I with tender graces that grace my face to be more than esthetic.  I am the soul of my heart divine, and I can sit here and say things like this and radiate to myself words and whispers that fill my morning sky with colors vivid and sublime.

 And so can you.  

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