In this perfect moment, I AM alive with miracle and mystery and majesty. Love is my atmosphere, and joy is the air I breathe. When I walk, I walk in freedom, its heady perfume intoxicates me. Even the ground rushes to meet my every step.
All the world conspires to delight me. When I want light, the Sun's light bends to make my way clear (no corner or alcove may deter this light), and when I want shade, even the stars hide themselves...til I call "Olly olly oxen free!" When I eat, I eat of laughter and singing and dancing and playing. When I drink, I drink the wine of human kindness. When I rest, I rest in the perfect softness of perfect understanding. Patience is my pillow. Trust, my comforter. When I wake, I spring from my bed, and wake the morning from its sleep. In this perfect moment, I AM alive with miracle and mystery and majesty. In my eyes, you may see the beginning of all things. My breath is the whisper that poets and lovers hear. My touch, the touch of genius. My gaze is epiphany, and my silence births worlds. As I AM, so are you. There is no difference. What is true of me, is true of me, and it is always true. When I speak of me, I speak of you. When you read "I AM", read it with your own voice. What is true of me, is true of you. When you read this, hear your own voice. Know it for yourself. What is true of me, is true of you. Say it..."In this perfect moment, I AM alive with miracle and mystery and majesty."
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