Be at Peace: You are Loved and All is Well
That which gave rise to the vast dynamic cosmos with all its sparkling stars and to the deserts with their countless grains of sand, and to the livingness of fishes and whales and of orangutans, also painted, with such exquisite tenderness and delicacy, the rose.
Is that not enough to convince you that all is as it should be? That you were meant to be, right this very moment, exactly as you are?
It doesn’t matter that we cannot grasp it, that it is larger and higher than our tiny minds can know. It’s enough that we can sing and see and laugh and yes, cry and long and wonder. Be at peace; you are loved and all is well.
That which gave rise to man, the music maker, the dreamer of dreams, the role player extraordinaire in the great cosmic drama, that which fashioned eyes and fingertips and opposing thumbs, that which gave rise to the sexes and to the grand tensions between them, which gave them the capacity for worship and joy, which breathed life into their lungs and heaven into their imaginations (that they might suspect), and set before them whole fluid worlds of possibilities: made you and is you and sings you and knows your unique name.
And you were meant to be, from the very beginning, exactly as you are, right this very moment. Be at peace. You are loved and all is well.
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