We are interference patterns in the Mind of God.
What I mean,
is that a miracle emerges in every moment
where our two (or three) waves intersect,
where they merge for just an instant
as they ripple along their way.
Your wave is who you are,
given freely into limitlessness.
Our waves, our gifts of Self and Love,
extend ever outwards,
pass through one another,
illuminating each to each,
giving grace to grace,
birthing patterns and distance and fire,
and then return ever inwards,
forever transformed by their myriad encounters,
echoing home from every corner of emptiness at once,
concentrating all that is
into the immense gravity of Recognition.
I send out myself,
and you return.
(Laugh, for this is true.)
You return,
and I discover who I really am.
(Cry, for this is the content of beauty.)
We are light sources adrift in the Mind of God.
What I mean,
is that there is a field
of lights
emanating waves
through all of space,
and the Mind of God
is that which
makes all of this possible,
that which arises at every intersection,
that which gives of itself in all directions,
that which receives from everywhere at once.
What I mean,
is that the Mind of God is a local phenomenon,
happening everywhere.
We are it’s agents on the ground,
it’s under cover manifestations.
We are the showing available in our area.
Showtimes are right now, and then,
with a matinee at four.
Now stop standing around and look snappy.
You never know Who might show up.
Embracing Forever 
Reblogged this on okiebuddhist and commented:
Very nice poem.
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This post is so incredibly brilliant Michael!
“I send out myself,
and you return.
(Laugh, for this is true.)
You return,
and I discover who I really am.
(Cry, for this is the content of beauty.)”
I’m laughing and crying. Thank you 🙂
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Thank you, Debra. (For whatever we both enjoyed about these lines that were given, that we understand, but cannot quite put into words…)
Michael
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Mirror mirror on the wall…
“I send out myself and you return.”
BRILLIANT!
I send self out and Baliwood meets Disney returns for the matinee at four (little chuckle intended ag the extravaganza which popped in) with perfect lyrics to address the desired sentiment to share by M in reflection:
When you cant see the forest or the trees,
for all the colors of your dreams,
just turn to friends their help transcends to love.
love love love
-x.M
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Very nice, M!
Meanwhile, Love was nominated for an Oscar, is being called back to the theater for an encore showing…
Michael
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