I am so grateful Lynn Cohen agreed to let me feature her in a guest blog. Lynn and I frequently participate on the Visionary Network calls and I am always energetically moved by her visions and insights.
I stand amidst the impressive invisible silence, which saturates me with its mysterious, vital essence.
Power and Presence emanate from this dark yet light filled supremely intelligent, patient and seemingly incongruent space.
To the one who pays attention, electricity shoots through this astronomical Living Vastness that wants to be known by you,
And you can hear It shouting from every where, Here I am! Here I am!
Listen! Look! Observe!! The Silence is alive!
A Presence waiting for your notice behind the curtain of your eyes!
Notice how It knows you, Of you it is aware
Sparkling realms of genius, Streaming from everywhere.
From here, I look upon the long, lithe golden fields of wheat,
Seeing You swaying erotically, intoxicated with the sensual passing breeze,
Waving to me as I go by,
Yet remaining tipsy in the ecstasy of the moment.
Eavesdropping on the uninhibited hymns of the birds, I hear them liberally releasing their breathtaking melody.
In their refrain, You are speaking to me…
Untether your heart. Unleash your song. Open your wings and know what it is to feel profusely alive.
Let your Spirit become high as you dazzle the entire Universe with your charms.
The flaming infinity of colors emanating from everywhere intensely brighten as I gaze upon them.
As if You are revealing to me that this astoundingly wondrous light comes from within, not from above.
Exposing me to the extraordinary magnitude of Your brilliance and the striking illumination of Your Presence,
I see what I am made of.
Peering into the dark, penetrating eyes of mine “enemy”, who pokes at me with their sharp claws,
It is Your mind-blowing goodness I see winking back at me.
Disclosing to me my colossal strength and enormous power,
Causing me to remember, the totality of who I am.
Absorbed in a torrential stillness as tender as a deer, yet as fierce as a lion.
There is no need to think.
In the unspoken communication that passes between us
I know who I am.
The sleeping Giant is Awake in all Its radiant, delightful splendor.
In the ordinary walk of a clever ant racing across my counter
To the extraordinary magnitude of this profound, inestimable Universe
You, Great One, are visible to me.
Looking at a flower stem not yet blooming, but rich with life, I hear it whisper to me,
How can you mistake me for what I really am?
In that instant, bursting inside of me, I recognized that the over-flowing, generous Living Presence within me was seeing the stunning, elegant Living Presence within the flower stem.
Instantaneously, the old me dissolved and was born into the magnificence of the Infinite.