things in nature are only Love

[Guest guest]

Dear friends,

 

Being called by my child-heart to frolic about outside this morning, just

now, i saw such wonderful things it simply delights my soul no end to share

this with you. For You are All of This and i am only Your whispered yearning

for Love, Only Love. Love presents Itself in every moment and in everything

around and in and just All of Us and this and That and everything,

Everything, everywhere, Everywhere.

 

Looking down, as i stooped to gather the phone back up from where i had

bumbled it in my gladness at seeing that Magnificent mountain of redwood

trees just clamping my Heart in such a Greenery-Joyful embrace, i spied a

little clover blossom. And that is one floral friend who breaks me into a

childish yipping Joy each and every single time i see one. i used to make

clover garlands and crowns to place on the heads and hearts of my beloveds,

my dog Bozo and Little Mike, on Bodini, my dear guinea pig, on Pepper the

Mama cat and all her little darling kittens, on the head of Honey the bull,

whom i had tamed from calfhood to be just Love, by Love, and for and in

Love. So the clover sent me into that realm of innocence of which i truly

only Am, as are you and You and every single one of us, even those whom we

think as tyrants and murderers, all One child of Innocence.

 

And then the sweeping wave of all those tiny white and yellow daisies strewn

across this Heavenly Abode called 'daughter dear's home and yard,'

and Oh God, to see that dear child, that little angelic being with another

angelic being being formed inside her body, yes! a mother to be is she! so

there is the daisy-chain and Ixnay and gosh, let's all Play until the sun

sets on our forgetfulness of Love and God and One another.

 

The purple mustard flower, what a trick and treat it is! lying in fields of

mustard, dreaming that God is just dreaming me and all of this, i fell into

a ten year old swoon, as Ramakrishna did, as Jesus did, as Robert did, as

You once did i'm sure, and then the lift into the Elsewhere, the place where

time is not and we are not and only Love IS. i know that place is where i

have seen you, have touched you, have been you, and will always and forever

bless you in. The mustard of sweet scent is my ascent and descent and my

coming and going and there is No One other Than You. No You? Boo Hoo Hoo, i

just wanna be with You!

 

When nothing seemed to get any brighter with Love's dewdrops glistening like

Laughter falling from god's Own Sweet Lips so divinely alluring, i see the

apple tree. Not that! Not the ever and always symbolic apple tree! but Yes,

there is is, there is the apple tree and i am so under its loveliness and

pinky-white and green happy to be an apple tree kind of blissing this time.

what can a Heart endure for Love? Every and Anything, and this Heart has

become the Mighty Kindness being Kind to Itself! Yes we are indulging in

apple tree fantasy, and apple tree history, and God how i want to climb that

tree and just BE, just be that You and me who did not ever ever forget who

we are and who we were also looking to reinform of our Oneness. i see You so

clearly smiling beneath these apple-dappled memories from Time Immemorial,

Time Not even There or Thought, or something that has a Name, like TIME!

what a goofy thing it is, this time business, eh?

 

So we aren't even finished yet, we haven't even made it past the blackberry

buds and their fruit, so i mustn't even go there, for i would be lost in the

Fruitiness of being Fruit inside the Heart of Love's Own Vining Ways. It's

all metaphor and every metaphor says God Is Love! I Am Love, and I Am You

and Thou, I, and All is therefore, Yes, We Are Only Love expressing Itself

with this chatterbox of a mouth called mazie, called Mitzvah, called Crazier

than the finest Madman ever, Yes! Blackberry crazy and fruity like a mango

kind of nuts, and yes, i think an almond, a sweetmeat might meet the needs

of being just His prasad. Alright, enough already. think so? HA!

 

i won't even mention that the yellow milkweed plant and its blossoms really

sucked my Heart into the Heart of Love and Utter Beauty. i won't talk about

that, because if i did, i would then have to tell you how this Rapture of

God and Love and Robert has made me fail to differentiate between a dark,

dry, ecstatically exquisite clump of dogshit and that beautiful yellow

blossom. i nearly carried a piece of dogshit in to place on the alter of

Love, for everything became Love when i lost my Heart to Him. Do you think

you can dig this? i left the dog doo outside, i still have enough mind left

to realize that my dear darling daughter might not appreciate the dog's

Wonderful gift to me and my Beloved, the One Whom i KNOW is really

Understanding every single word i say and those that i do not even say

aloud.

 

Love,

Mazie

 

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