Being Seen
The bud of the flower does not bloom ‘to’ be seen, it just blooms and ‘is’ seen.
There’s an urgency blowing in the wind, I bet you feel it too.
The gentle internal breeze swaying inside your heart like the soft wind dancing across the open meadows bending tall grasses and wild flowers to the earth in reverent Namaste.
It’s the voice of our own divinity calling us forward. We pause and listen to our heart whisper – Here I AM.
Do you ever wonder if by just being who “I AM’, where ‘I AM’, if it is possible to touch the world in such a way that just your being, just your presence would change the landscape of a single moment in one’s life, or maybe even transform the rest of the moments of one’s life?
I wonder if the answer is found when we sink into the truest essence of who we are, the I AM that was spoken, heard and acknowledged before the seed of our human vessel was planted inside the womb of no-thing, the allness of Life itself – that pure and utter sound wave of Love singing across eternity. The essence of who we are, where we grasp hold of the knowing that the I AM we truly are is wholly Love.
I AM Love that is so far from and way beyond any negative I AM that we have ever thought or said to ourselves or to another, about ourselves – or about another.
How is it that we wander in the maze of our minds and the same old stories for so long, until we finally surrender and allow compassion to be our true compass that guides us back time and again to the place where we feel and hold our precious hearts so tenderly.
The sanctuary where a wellspring of the deepest gratitude bubbles up from inside every cell of our being and pours out from our eyes rivers of Love, appreciation and awe that kiss our face with the warmest crystalline tears.
Compassion that points to the perfection of divinity that we are in this magnificent miraculous human vessel named our name, signed by only our signature that no one else could ever duplicate.
We finally are at home, here inside our own heart. We wonder in the stillness of God’s presence how much more Love we can merge into, become more of and know.
Maybe every breeze, every whisper, every breath – is an echo of I AM Love,
a reminder to silently open wide and bloom inside the beauty of our own heart,
just where we are and exactly who we are with,
in this very moment right now.
loving you,
Theresa Gooch
LookForSignsofLove.com
