Right Now is All

Witnessing the exact moment snow begins to fall is the same as seeing the birthplace of peace. What has been cradled in the center now moves outward – without attachment – ripe with immediate intimacy. The silence of snowfall is an unpredicted perfection.

An ushering is at hand, or rather, has been in motion forever. Yet now, with clear sight, the I Am behind every eye is not only recognizable but is known and fully seen.

In a vision, I saw myself sowing seeds in one field and reaping harvest in another. The impartiality of hearts tends roots, waters soil and exhales her warm breath of sunlight on whatever is hungry. Creation must create, and yes, a bee has got to sting. But are we making choices from loving intent? Therein lies the answer to every question.

Snow unhurriedly erases color, leaving the impression of something new. Do you think we chose the pain of separation so that we might simply know the cosmic elation of atonement? Perhaps we now have wisdom from pain. Perhaps we now know compassion. We left home to experience once again what home truly is. Of course, we never truly left but that might be a sentence for another day.

We have chosen to experience every snowflake that falls, every smooth seed in the hand, every grain of sand on either shore and, we have chosen the illusion of time and separation. We exist this way, I think, so that the One Self can meet the many and the many can meet the One. God is, and we are, All Right Now.