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The enthusiasm that burned within them was not the giddy vivacity of youth.  No, this was far deeper and steadier than that, a holy will that burned with the desire to sculpt a perfect, living form, for beauty’s sake.  That, alone, was their reason for being, and it drove them.

Yet neither the design nor the rendering were theirs. Their art was to surrender to the Maker’s hand. And their glory was that they did so flawlessly,

Spring was in deep ecstasy now, completely surrendered to her love of color.  She dipped into the farthest edges of her palette and swept the flowers with exotic combinations of hues.

The plants were fully rooted, the days stretching toward their full length.  The intensity of spring’s passion was a perfect prelude for the coming heat of summer, and all the world reveled in her flaming delight.

It was all part of the grand plan, of course.  Her blazing enthusiasm was meant to be.  And because she gave herself to the great Yes with such fervor and such ardent affection, her part of the plan was clearly revealed to her as unquenchable desire, and she followed its call with rapture and untold joy.

The earth turns and the sky sings its evening benediction, its glory lifting us into the vast assurance of the great Yes.  Let the winds of peace blow through your heart.

Despite the darkness, all is well and as it is meant to be.  Trust your longing; it points the way.  What your heart most deeply desires is already granted.  Be at peace.

This is the song the wind sings.  Let it carry your hope to the sky and show you the stars that glitter in your larger home.

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Deep within the Ocean of All Possibilities, an impulse ripples.  We don’t know its cause.  We call it desire, and say it comes from Source, from God.  But those are just the words we use to pretend we’re wise.

Still, we sense its holiness.  At least our words point us in the right direction.

What wasn’t there before now is, in all its fullness, alive and original, containing potentials beyond our dreams.

And now it rises, from nothingness, sparked by an impulse, one pure notion propelled by the unquenchable urge to unfold its joy.

Travel your dream stream.  See where it goes.  Let it lead you beyond all the places you’ve traveled before, beyond the curve of the known.

Float it into new realities, the ones that call you from your deepest desires, that wear the colors of all your highest longings, fulfilled now and come to life.  Go ahead.

Step onto the dream shores, walk into the cities. Watch  your thoughts take tangible shape the moment that you think them and morph according to your command until its all exactly as you want it to be, wish it to be, and more glorious than you could ever have imagined.  Because it is more.

Pick up a souvenir and tuck it in your memory.  When you come back to where you started, roll it around in your hand.  Then watch how things change.  Just watch how wondrously things change.

It didn’t matter that no one saw.  It wouldn’t have mattered if thousands had seen.

She gave no thought to the fact that others around her had already accomplished their great work, or that some of them were behind.   They were a part of her, and she of them; there was nothing to compare.

The warmth of the sun pleased her, but it never occurred to her to think its light was accenting her beauty.  She didn’t think of herself at all.

That her bright leaves were falling from her boughs was no concern.  She watched them sail on the morning’s breeze and delighted in their freedom.

She was consumed by a single desire: to bring forth the gold from within.  That was what drove her.  That was her ecstasy and joy, her entire purpose in being.

And so, on this October morning, she spread her branches and sang her song.  And all the world was glad.

The phenomenon goes by many names:  synchronicity, coincidence, the guiding hands, luck, answered prayer.  It seems to be one of those quantum thingies, a thought-driven other-dimensional operation.

But on the practical level, it sort of boils down to “seek and ye shall find.”  When you’re clear about the things you want–what you’re aiming for, what you desire—some Cosmic Agency lines up circumstances to bring you golden opportunities.

The trick is to answer the phone when the Agency calls you.  Its ring tone is subtle, more of a vibration than a sound.  It comes as a nudge, or a hunch or a whim, and you have to be in a free and flexible frame of mind to pick it up and follow its direction.

Maybe you were planning to lunch on lasagna at Gino’s Old World Café.  Then, at the last minute, you notice that you’re really hungry for some of Captain Bill’s oyster stew and decide to go there instead.  You get in a conversation with a stranger while you’re waiting in line for a table, and it turns out he has a close cousin in management at the very outfit that you wanted to approach about handling your latest creation.  Bingo.  It’s the Agency at work.

I suspect the Agency often calls us numerous times before we realize the phone is buzzing.  But the cool thing is it keeps calling.  And when your desire is crystal clear and in the best interest of all concerned, it will magically turn up the decibels on the ringer to get you to hear it.

Still, it’s wise to learn to listen for the subtle buzz of intuition and to follow where it leads.  Play with it.  Learn to trust it.  You may have far more golden opportunities calling than you suspect.

Meanwhile, keep clarifying what it is you truly want.  Know its essence.  It may not come in the shape or size or color you expected.  But if you know the essential nature of your desire, you will recognize it, even when you are surprised by the appearance it ultimately assumes.

The Agency is far better at matching you up with the perfect answer to your needs than you, with your limited perspective, will ever be.  It’s cosmic, after all, and connected to everything.  Listen for it.  Trust it.  Go where it leads.