TELL ME A TALEGo to an angel place, said the whisper in my mind. Go to an angel place and discover your world seen through your heart, and be of good cheer, dear.
Tell me a story, said the teddy bear sitting on the bed. Tell me a tale and make it sweet, hold fast to the storyline and never wander far from it. Tell me a story about my home and how I am home now, but do not see it.
Tell me a story about this room I find myself in now. Tell me a story about getting lost and thinking I am not what I appear to be. Tell me tales full of wanderings and wonderings and searchings for the thing never misplaced, the loved one ever present, the shelter always at hand. Tell me about my life as a self and my heart as a lover of life and my soul as Infinity.
Tell me the story of myself and the wonder of the thing I am. Show me how to reach the stars that live in my inner being and how to open the wings that lie dormant in my knapsack. Show me the path that is strewn with pebbles, glowing in the dark. Show me the desert that teems with life. Show me the mountain that permits me to climb and never fall. Show me the light I think has dimmed, and show me that I am the lamp that holds its bright glow. Show me the way to myself and the way to my heart, which has never been held in sadness nor wanted for a single good thing. Show me the mirror that reflects the love that inhabits me and has given rise to my being into expression.
There are places that live on moons that cannot be seen by the human eye. There are states of mind that inhabit my mind that create the countries that form my unhappy adventures. There are soldiers and guards and imagined devils around the barracks of my human life and they make up the reason for my imprisonment.
Yet, there is a clarity of purpose that resides in my shadow and a form so good that leaves footsteps in the sand behind me. I am the child of a squire who has no wealth in the world but is the world and the source of all it becomes, in the moment that knows no other time. There is a round sun in my sky that originates in my heart.
There are raindrops falling in my garden, where they form a kind of dew and build the early morning, and create a world of magic that looks like all the stars in the heavens have fallen into my garden for the delight of my senses.
There is a gardener that lives in my garden, tending the soil that needs no tending for the two of them are one. There are inhabitants of countless other worlds in my garden, who come from the same place and sing songs together in words they never knew before. There are small creatures and large. There are soft thoughts and majestic ones. There are dances of delight, for the different creatures, not knowing one another, find the common strain of melody that holds them all together. There are surprises that were known forever. There is happiness that is expected. There are loving offerings that never end or become depleted.
Go to an angel place, said the whisper in my mind. Go to an angel place and discover your world seen through your heart, and be of good cheer, dear.
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