Lesson 31 & 32.

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Contempation's on the workbook lessons of A Course In Miracles.

 

 

Lesson 31.

 

This is our day of declaration.

We join to proclaim our invulnerability,

and see no victims anywhere.

This our manifesto of release from sacrifice.

Perfection is not something we arrive at,

or have to be good enough for.

It is this freedom from a victims distrust.

This awakening from guilt and all its defenses.

 

If I see you as a limited edition of my ego

I'm going to bind you to the same page as me.

That kind of vision puts a hard cover over us both.

Each moment we are published

as the imprint of God.

Your creator Mind opens limitless within itself.

We are all the signature of Love

and write with the same hand.

The emblem of One. First editions.

 

How long will you lean

>From the window of your mind

calculating stars?

When you forgive yourself

an eon of starlight will vaporize,

In the fire of this Love.

Go down to the cellar of your heart

and start calling.

Soon you will end up on the roof.

Open any door

Love is waiting with flowers in Her hair.

She will turn you out

of this haunted house.

Her home is through any threshold

that you care enough to create.

 

Do not be a casualty of fiction.

There are lessons in every tale

and every story has an ending

only you will write.

You are the pen of God,

narrate your Love in every moment.

We are one theme

inscribed on every possible script.

 

 

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Lesson 32.

 

Everyone who has ever loved is in recovery.

Not from Love, but from the distance

we have traveled from it.

The world is your invention.

A state beyond your Self.

and it no longer reflects Loves inner reality,

but is distanced by your exile.

 

This invention,

only you have the copyright to.

You cling to that, rather than the truth of you.

Mind graffiti

and the sign language of fear

are out-mazings into dream structures.

Love has its own artwork

and its habit is true forming.

 

A tree falls, and everyone hears.

The one hand claps and we all begin to dance.

If you have no shoes,

walk out of your head and into the heart.

Learn to fly in that inner sky

You can see for miles from there.

 

The open leaf holds the rain of endless oceans.

God comes up smiling from every drop.

The open hand touches every hand.

One look from loves perspective

upsets the apple-cart of the world.

We all get up early,

to see the laughing children.

Somebody's cup breaks

and we drink each other silently.

Love is a shameless tramp again.

The tree gets so full of loves rain

that it shelters the world.

The park is full of springtime,

everyone gets lost for a while

and returns with little favors.

 

We wake up knowing that there is no difference

from this inner world

and that outer world,

but loves regarding.

Everything else is pure invention.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.