Happy Lion’s Gate

The gifts that come through me are just that, gifts. They are not mine to control.

The only gift that is “mine” is my heart, or what we call heart. It may not be the source of the place where my life enters but is the chamber where I can sit and experience. The rest comes and goes in spite of my efforts to control.

I/we look and look wanting the world to enter and fill , and we can see, but only because it touches the place inside that already exists, touches, and vibrates with such pleasure.

This is an interesting beauty to being in our bodies. I almost said earthly bodies, our translation vehicles, our temples of sensation and reflection.

I can see how physicists have speculated that this is a simulation but suspect that reality is infinitely more glorious than this.

I place my feet on Mother Earth and all of who I have ever been or will be is here and is beyond my understanding and at the same time vibrating in my heart.

Happy Lion’s Gate!!