Looking Through the Eyes ( I's) of GOD

I welcome all beings from all over this planet and the cosmos to share in this experience of living and learning through the written word. May we all find peace and balance in the eye of the storm of life.

Looking out through the lens of creation, what a magnificent site to behold.

All of creation twisting and turning, creating countless beings of light.

Their numbers untold.

Starting their journeys from this level and that level, all making their way back to the source.

In making this cosmic trip sometimes their souls can get clouded with doubt.

The type of affliction that makes the heart and mind cold, stuck and coarse.

Variety, differentiation and deviation all standard models of how things are going to be.

The sorting out of complexities and paradoxes, entangled in the web of what it means to be free.

Being there for our fellow beings is what the universal heart demands.

The response of countless beings with voices singing, “YES WE CAN, YES WE CAN”.

Pulling into this phase of existence my being is finally at home.

Out of the void of chaos, the precipice my spirit is now thrown.

As above, so below, this ultimate truth is embedded in my big toe.

Every part of my being reflecting the outer and inner light of the soul.

This is the cause of evolution, the reason why my awareness is nurtured and can grow.

Now my heart is aligned with my being, no more emotions being expressed dead and cold.

The dawn of a new day is here, a new creation, a new me is on the horizon.

Extracting the experiences of past lives lived, clearing the way for the expression of myself.

Projecting the essence of the SELF, the eternal soul that we call GOD.

How sweet it is to be the projector and the projected.

The one and the all.

The maker and the receiver of the Divine call.

In this role I promise that I won’t let this opportunity past.

This lifetime of amnesia will become my first and my last.

The wholeness of being, in this lifetime I will awaken and find.

The whole time not even realizing,

That the eyes that GOD looks through seated in splendor so divine.

Were really the eyes that I recognize looking through the mirror as mine.

DWAYNE CHAMBLE

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